TEXAS II!
Warning!!! Not for the squeamish.
Well I thought I'd
seen everything!
I'm moseying on down the highway between Witchitaw Falls and Amarillo and what do I see?
No, keep guessing.
All right, I'll tell you. I saw a Russian dude rollerblading from New York to Los Angeles accompanied by his comrade in a horse-drawn covered wagon.
It was the darndest thing. Christy and I pulled over and shared a coke with him. We told him of our adventure (which, after meeting him, doesn't seem very exciting) and signed his book. Christy gave him a little bumpersticker we had made up with our web address, so he could tell all the people he meets to check it out.
As I promised, I am giving you a picture of a dead armadillo. Unfortunately, this is the only armadillo I have found. Maybe I should lend it to "Faces of Death". Sorry about the guts. It's all part of crossing our great country.
I've seen dead cats,
dogs, deer, snakes, turtles, raccoons, skunk and even dead people. I don't
even know what some of the dead things I see are. This trip is as much about
dying as it is about living.
I should point out that
I have not seen dead cows, only live ones. Ironically, almost all the cows
I have seen are on their way to becoming a 5 pound steak at the BIG TEXAN
or a souvenir to be purchased in a Beef Jerky Shop.
I started off the
day by push-starting my car, which was still in Dallas. Yes I spent a weekend
in Dallas. Dallas is like Irvine, but on a much grander scale. Not very
exciting if I do say so. And I do. I did see a movie there, though. Basquiat
iCool flick. Catch it.
Anyway, I push started my car and drove to a VW repair shop outside of Dallas. These guys put a new starter on my car in a half-hour and I was on my way. Thanks to the folks at V-Dub Folks. They enabled me to continue my journey and thus begin posting my adventure once again.
So I'm driving down route
287. It's pretty boring. I see a sign that reads: "Cougar Mound Scenic
Overlook". I get excited. A view to break up the monotony of a Texas
Highway. Well, Texans, sure do have a strange concept of scenic. An oil
well. They sure do love their oil in Texas.
Let's see, what else happened? Saw another movie. Remember, my mechanic
said to give my car rests. The only way I can stay still is in a movie theater.
I'm like that Jack Kerowac guy. The road is calling. Not much can keep me
off it. I bet he caught a few flicks on the road, too. Tin Can was
the movie. When I was picking up some beef jerky, I asked the lady where
I might find a movie theater. She pointed me toward Witchitaw Falls. I also
enjoyed some good BBQ in Witchitaw Falls. All that road kill got me kind
of hungry.
Let me know if you would like to see more, or less road kill. I would be happy to continue to document our highways of death. I don't recall the public works programs of the 40s and 50s documenting roadkill. Maybe these shots will end up with the Library of Congress some day. On the other hand, the stench is not a pleasant one, and I would be just as happy taking pictures of Rollerblading Russians and fast food restaurants.
As I write this installment,
I am in a hotel about 50 miles east of Amarillo. This particular hotel room
is also host to more bugs than the rain forests of Brazil. Any scientists
out there may wish to stay at the Coronado Discount Motel in Clarendon,
Texas.
You will discover as much about yourself as you do the insects.
Now I will go to sleep. Tomorrow I will arise early and head into Amarillo
to try and find a generous Internet service provider who might be willing
to let me upload this.
Good night, dear reader. Happy dreams.
A VERY SPECIAL THANKS
TO: Inter@ctive
Cafe and TO: James
Conrad Thanks DUDES!!! They helped me upload from Amarillo. More than
just a glamorized Steakhouse
Write me on this lonely road.