It rained all the way from Albuquerque to Wichita Falls.
I spent one very stormy night in Amarillo in a Walmart parking lot and this was the view out my window as the rain, pelting the roof, lulled me to sleep.
And a questionable taste for art.
Visitors to this cow pasture bring along cans of spray paint and fulfill some inner primitive desire to mark their territory.
I guess we have evolved beyond the stage of peeing along our boundaries...
But just barely.
Yes, sister, Mary and I stopped here two years ago when my journey was just beginning and I posted about it then.
We were sad about the paint cans left behind throughout the field...
Many of the small towns I drove through in the panhandle were very nearly ghost towns. It is so very sad to see windows boarded up and block after block of dead and dying businesses.
In Mineral Wells I not only found lots of closed up businesses I also spied this old hotel, completely vacant and vandalized. From Aunt Louise I learned that this was once an elegant resort built on the natural hot springs of the area. Why can't we do another land grant of some kind to rejuvenate these towns? "One boarded up building on Main Street in Podunk, Tx can be yours--Free--if you just agree to stay for a while."