After having one last super sized meal in Texas at the Ye Olde Pancake Station, we got on the highway to finally leave Texas. But first we had to check out Cadillac Ranch. Just outside Amarillo are several old Cadillacs buried in the ground. Over the years, visitors have taken to tagging them with spray paint, ranging from Banksy wannabees to the standard X+Y in a heart. The cars are so thick with paint that the are bumpy and textured. And the fields around them are littered with hundreds of cans and tops for spray paint that these amateur artists have discarded upon completing their masterpieces (that have subsequently been painted over by some other asshole).
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| Breakfast - Texas-sized |
As we left Texas, we passed a huge cattle ranch that stunk something fierce. The Tesla comes with a bioweapon defense mode. It basically pushes all the air out of the car and then recycles super HEPA filtered air or something. According to Eddie, people mostly use it to clear out farts. We turned it on too late for it to help, and it taxed the AC system to such a degree we had to shut it off in order to not be dangerously low on juice when arriving at our next supercharger. So, we suffered until the stench cleared.
New Mexico had not one but three welcome signs - just in case you weren't sure that you'd actually left Texas after driving through it for hours on end. Slowly the scenery changed to redder rocks and more desert life. The altitude also changed and we started to see real mountains. People from the east coast protest when I say there are no mountains on that side of the country. But I'm sorry, the Smokey Mountains, Appalachian mountains, and others are glorified hills compared to the massive peaks that dominate the western skylines.
We made our way through the changing landscape to Santa Fe. We had lunch and walked around a bit before heading to Albuquerque where we'd spend the night.
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