I woke up early, watched the sun come up in a Texas town I’ve never spent the night in, and just enjoyed the morning with a cup of motel coffee in my hand. Today I had a little time to just mozy a bit; It was 400 miles to Albuquerque, and that meant I could take some time to see a few things. I took a ride down the small but historic downtown of Shamrock, and doubled back down route 66.
I gotta say, I fucking love Texas. Texans are proud, independent and will talk straight to you no matter the subject. Reminds me of family reunions. I’m not a country music guy, but it seemed to make sense while I was crossing the panhandle, so I tuned in to the local radio stations. Simple, straight-up music in an area and people that I could describe as the same exact way. It somehow fit.
It was 22 miles to Mclean: Lots of Route 66 history here.
From Mclean, I headed out of route 66 down interstate 40 to Groom Texas, taking as many side roads as I could.
The Texas Panhandle is long and flat. In this part of the country, there’s only 1,000 feet of elevation difference between New Mexico and Oklahoma, so I made miles. The weather was warming up and the road was straight. I gotta say, I was enjoying every minute of it. I took all the side roads I could, got caught behind some farm equipment doing 20 mph, and you couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.
I headed on to Glenrio and the state line.
Some asshole burned the paradise motel down 3 days later. The owner hauled the sign off last week. I can’t say that I blame him. I’m glad I got the pictures I did.
I headed west.
I headed down the frontage roads that used to be the old road and weaved my way down into Albuquerque. Heading down the canyon is killer part of route 66.
I crashed at the Monterey Motel for the night, and looked forward to the next day.
2 states, 1 day, 422 miles.