Turtle Power

It has been so hot and muggy lately that I've just not been inspired to leave the air conditioning and go take any pictures. But the other day I was out in the backyard with the dogs when I spotted this little visitor slowly making its way across the yard. I grabbed a quick photo with the cell phone, while it ignored the puppy barking at it. 

Route 66 - Shamrock

From Amarillo, we continued east across the Texas Panhandle. And along the way I saw these really cool old grain silos, so I exited the freeway and stopped to get a few pictures. They sit along the interstate access road, which was actually Route 66 back in the olden days.



The silos are probably all that remains of the town of Boydston, which was a little farming community that only ever had a population of 40 people.





The silos used to sit along some Rock Island train tracks, which connected El Reno, Oklahoma and Tucumcari, New Mexico. The tracks, and the little town that they once passed through, are all long gone.



After that we drove to the small town of Shamrock, where we stopped for the night. Shamrock is home to one of the most iconic buildings along Route 66 - the Tower Station and U-Drop Inn. The art deco structure was built in 1936, and was a gas station and cafe.



It stayed open for decades, until the 1990s. But in the 2000s, it was fully restored and reopened as a museum, visitor center and cafe.







It was a quiet night in Shamrock, except for the fireworks. It was the Fifth of July, and there were plenty of people out shooting off their leftover fireworks.



The Tower Station and U-Drop Inn was the inspiration for one of the buildings in the town of Radiator Springs in the movie Cars. Here it is shown as Ramone's body shop:



The next day we continued driving east, heading towards home. We were eager to get back, so we didn't make any stops along the way (besides gas and food, of course). One really nice thing about this road trip was having the World Cup going on - we were able to listen to a lot of the games while we were driving. It really helped break up the time spent in the car. On this last leg of our trip, we listened to Spain play Portugal.

We crossed into Oklahoma, and then back into Arkansas. It started pouring down rain as we reached Little Rock, and it turns out the worst weather on our road trip hit once we were almost home. But we made it. We drove through six states for a grand total of 2,665 miles (and one flat tire).

Route 66 - Cadillac Ranch

It was time to start heading back home, so we packed up the car and drove south out of Colorado. We crossed into New Mexico, and then into Texas (and for the record, the most expensive gas we saw on the trip was in the Texas panhandle). And after a few hours of driving, we made it to Amarillo. And when you're in Amarillo, you are obligated to make a stop at the Cadillac Ranch.

Cadillac Ranch is an eccentric art display, with ten old Cadillac cars that have been half-buried in an open field. It opened in 1974 along Route 66, the byproduct of a group of underground artists called the Ant Farm.







At this point, I doubt most of the people who visit here are wanting to see an experimental and subversive piece of outdoor sculpture. It seems like most people just visit as an excuse to spray-paint graffiti. It was crowded when we were there, as soon as one person finished spray-painting the cars, another person took over and started painting over it. There were love hearts, smiley faces, people's names, religious notes, the countries people were cheering for in the World Cup, and people's opinions about Donald Trump.



The old cars have been spray-painted so much, with layers and layers of paint, that it looks like odd growths (or maybe something like cave formations) hanging off of the cars.



You can find pictures online of Cadillac Ranch when it first opened, back when the cars were free of graffiti. It's really strange to see the old Cadillacs in their original colors, way before they became the canvas for anyone walking by with a can of paint.



There was a truck parked nearby that sold cans of spray-paint, and dozens of empty cans littered the grounds around the cars. And the cars weren't the only things that had been painted. The ground itself was spray-painted with graffiti, along with the fence and the nearby road. The air itself seemed to be thick with the fumes from the cans of spray-paint too. If you stand still long enough there, someone will probably start spray-painting you as well.



I don't know, I'm sure a better artist or writer could say something about how Cadillac Ranch represents the modern way in which we consume and admire art. The constantly changing graffiti is a mirror to our short attention spans and the constantly changing experiences that are force-fed to us by the algorithm-based content of the digital era. Or something artsy-fartsy like that.