Tucson Honeymoon: Day 2
This is a multi-part trip report... if you haven't already, you should start with Day 1.
Daily Mileage: 642
Total Mileage: 814
It's cold today, and windy, and the shoppers at the Del City Walmart in Oklahoma City are bundled up like little children sent out to play. We see the cheerful retarded greeter coming on duty, happily shuffling along behind a helpful coworker, carrying his lunchbox. It's a little Playmate cooler, and he's carefully written "I Love Star Trek" across the white top with a magic marker. There are some Klingon words, too, but we can't read Klingon.
We pass some wind farms in the afternoon. Some turbines are very close to the road, closer than we've ever seen them, their elegant silvery arms spinning slowly in the blue sky: peace in motion. We see cotton bales the size of truck beds, lined up and waiting after harvest. We pass a field with a pickup parked at the edge, two little boys racing up and down on top of the long rows of last summer's round bales.
The land starts to look different in Texas, little red dirty canyons and miniature mesas in scrubby brush pastures. Sunset on the plains is prettier than in other places, I think. It's simpler; we see more light and fewer shapes.
After much discussion we drive past the Big Texan in Amarillo, that icon of great American gastronomic excess, to eat a smaller supper elsewhere. It's lit up and gaudy and the parking lot is jammed with fat men and pickups packed in for a steak supper. Everything in Texas has a star on it; it's the state shape.
We arrive in Santa Rosa, New Mexico, in the late evening. We're sure we've traveled back in time; this town must have been a major waypoint on old Route 66, and nothing's changed since. No one's painted, or even cleaned the gutters. The hotels and restaurants have names like "The Oasis" and "Bud's Place", with awkwardly angled 1950s-style roofs and pink neon lighting. The RV parks have teepees and concrete dinosaurs. The town is seedy and the road to the state park is badly marked.