Another day on our trip by Barbara Edwards

Tried the steak at the Texan Steakhouse in Amarillo last night. What a great place to stop. Stuffed heads hang from the walls, the servers are dressed

where they eat a 72 ounce steak
where they eat a 72 ounce steak

like cowboys and girls and the menu is interesting.

The small order of Rocky Mountain oysters (bull testicles) was huge, but delicious. I’m not a big steak eater so I tried buffalo while Bill had the porterhouse. He says it was excellent. I was so full I felt like a stuffed pig when we left.

The campground was right off the highway and we could hear trains and planes during the night. Didn’t keep me awake though.

IMG_0056Overcast at sunrise, but slowly clearing. Went past a train yard with hundreds of cars waiting to be moved. Windmills are lined along the horizon for miles. Why are they not spinning? I thought we needed them to run for electricity. The wind is blowing, I can feel it push the camper sideways.

cattle pens
cattle pens

Passed a stockyard with lots of young steers in the pens. Don’t know if they’re being sold for meat or to fatten up for next season.

We’re moving fast so we can stop at several places later.

How did the settlers ever cross this open plain? I’m overwhelmed by the vistas that open around us. I think I can see for a hundred miles in every direction. Brown grass, fences, IMG_0069ranch houses and equipment look like miniatures.

The state line into New Mexico reveals a torn, rough landscape. I took lots of pictures because I can’t take it all in. Mesas, gullies cut by water, rough rock crumbling from the wind in red, brown, tan, and white. Wanted to stop at the rest area and take pictures but it is closed. Figures. We’re heading IMG_0177

My Husband and our navigator, Keeno
My Husband and our navigator, Keeno

into Albuquerque and will probably stop since Bill is tired.

I see old-fashioned windmills drawing water for cattle, but few cattle. The land is too vast and they wander far looking for food.

How do the ranchers keep track? It must take hours by truck to travel this land and many use horses.

I noticed there is a local road paralleling the highway for hundreds of miles. Different from up North where the traffic gets on and off the highway.

Drove through rough, rocky hills bordering the highway into the city. Changes so fast back to flat and open it’s amazing.

Trees are leafed out, but short. The city spreads out like a terracotta and turquoise jewel. Larger than I expected.

Lots of manufacturing west of the city, interspersed by dry land. Ranches? I guess. It boggles the mind to think cattle can live here. Or people.

 

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Author: Barbara Edwards

Riveting Romance with an Edge

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