Time to leave Hot Springs and head west. We're not young men, but we still headed west. This was mostly two days of driving. No stops were planned, but . . .
Ft. Smith, Arkansas, has some nice murals.
Okema, Oklahoma, is rather proud of being the birthplace of Woody Guthrie. Not many people are drawn to him anymore, apparently. The town was extremely run down. Woody Guthrie Park was in pretty good shape, though (except the busted out window in the building on the left).
We also slid by Lake Hefner in Oklahoma City. For some unknown reason, they felt a lighthouse was needed on this relatively small lake. The lake is 3.8 square miles and 29 feet deep. I can't imagine the need for a lighthouse! But, there it sits!
There are some things we want to do in Amarillo, but those will wait for a different trip. But, while we were driving past, we decided to revisit the Cadillac Ranch. The last time we stopped by, it was snowy and slushy, and the field was a muddy mess. I was also in a CAM walking boot. So, we just took pictures from the fence and went ahead. This time, it was a sunny day with boring, cloudless skies, but the path to the cars was dry. The cars, themselves, were in a puddle, so they couldn't be reached to paint. Some differences from the last time is that people were spray painting the street and the Jersey barriers. Some people were even spray painting the ground! There was a guy outside the gate selling pendants, magnets, and other things made with paint chips preserved in resin. While walking around, Bruce happened upon a huge, rock-sized paint chip and put it in his pocket. Part of that chip will be going in my shadow box. I might shave some off and do some of my own magnets or pins or something!
Some people have started a locks of love type thing on the fence, but one person put their shoes over the fence.
Even the garbage cans have been tagged!
This paint is peeling off and cracking away.
This paint just slid down to the ground.
We thought about seeing if the Slug Bugs were still around, but learned they were on the other side of Amarillo, and we didn't want to drive back through town just to come back where we were. So we continued west until we caught sight of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains in northern New Mexico.
We pulled into Santa Fe for the night. Next to our hotel was the Flying Tortilla restaurant. That sounded like a name we had to try. Bruce had the New Mexican Tortilla Burger, and I had the Sopapillas Rellenas. They were good choices! Bruce said he liked the green chili better than the red, so he regretted going Christmas. I thought they were both great!
The adventure starts in earnest tomorrow!
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