This morning Jack thought we could make it from Springerville, Arizona to Amarillo, Texas. Hmmm, I thought, but didn't put up much protest. The endless beauty of the drive made the first several hundred miles slip by. For the most part, the landscape nearly hypnotizes the traveler. It moves along, largely uninterruped, the changes gradual and subtle. The scrubby brush and juniper fill the lowlands while painted mountains rise along the horizon. The clear, blue sky wraps down to the ground and we travel in a bit of a bubble. For 300 miles or so - that is. That's when I start to question the wisdom of really trying to get to Amarillo. I take my turns driving and hint that it might be too far, but we continue on.
While the scenery is beautiful there are few places to pull over and take a few pictures or stroll the countryside. We take advantage of the few along the way and meet a fellow trying to save the world from sin and see a telescope that is set up in an array - the world's largest telescope. But, mostly we drive. At Tucumcari I'm pretty sure we should stop driving and spend the night, but don't really protest when we drive on after a walk around their local museum. It was after 5 and they were closed, but we could easily walk along the fenceline and see some of the pioneer display in the yard. We drive on...
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