We got our Gornicke on while singing the likes of Frank Sinatra, songs like Amarillo Sky and a sing-a-long song--“Beer Run” cruising down I-40. For Father’s Day King Ralph played a mean air guitar on his knee with his other hand securely gripping the steering wheel while his ladies belted the tunes.
We took in some Roadside America…a restored Conoco Gas Station in Shamrock, Texas and The Cross in Groom, Texas—the perfect Sunday Roadside America stop. I was looking for a wandering minister to offer me communion, but no luck. It was quite the site, watching the cross twenty feet in the distance drawing closer till finally we stood at its base. The thirteen bronze sculptures and cross around the perimeter told the Good Friday story.
Amarillo we have arrived. The Amarillo Ranch RV Park is very nice. Not many tree lined sites but the park itself is neat, clean and friendly. The camp host who guided us to our site couldn’t leave he said because he had never seen children helping to unhitch and set up camp. Hmmmm, seem quite normal to us. We are in this adventure, like all our adventures together. King Ralph and I told him we are raising our girls to be self sufficient in case the right guy doesn’t come along.
Once we had camp set we hopped in the truck and headed to Palo Duro Canyon for a little hike.
To be continued....