Or so sang Terry Stafford in 1973 and George Straight in 1983. Amarillo is where we are headed. I have researched dog parks and Amarillo has two. Little did I know they would be so hard to find, but eventually I do and the boys spend a few hours in the afternoon running off some energy. I was too tired and mentally stressed from that windstorm at Lake Meredith to remember to bring the camera, but trust me, the boys had a ball.
After a boondock night in Walmart’s parking lot we go back to the dog park (and AGAIN I forget the camera!!) and then head to Palo Duro Canyon. It isn’t very far from Amarillo and the drive through the United States’ second deepest canyon doesn’t take long either.
Never mind the dog nose art, please!
Fries is duly awarded with this guy making Beep! Beep! sounds in the tree (:-)
And he obligingly drops down to the ground and allows me to take a couple more pictures of him before hiding in the brush.
After making the loop through the canyon we head back to Amarillo and the boys get another run through the dog park which I miraculously find again. And leave my camera in the vome. Again.
We spend another night in Wally’s parking lot and we head out early for New Mexico. Westward ho!!!
Thanks for following us on our adventures.
2 thoughts on “Amarillo by Morning”
What is this forgetful stuff???? LOL I do understand, this has been a busy week with family here and a huge dog to climb over when she is stretched out…Was nice tho..Enjoy New Mexico..I really liked what I had seen on a quick trip years ago. We are haveing glorious fall weather right now with cold nights. Expecting storm by friday. Safe journey!
You are sure seeing some beautiful sites! Safe travels!