After solving the world's problems with one of the locals over a cup of coffee and a yogurt, I head out across the flatlands. I pass the cars-sticking-out-of-the-ground-thing outside of Amarillo and make a mental note to stop if I'm in the area again later.
I make it to Winslow and make it a point to stop and check out the corner.
Again I fleabag it and take a walk in search of dinner.
It's May 5th, so that presents some challenges but I find an open restaurant even on this Sunday evening.
Next door is a storefront church..
A better view with better light..
I thought this building was neat. I believe it's the visitors center..
Better numbers today..