The Adventure, part 2

Sorry it has taken me a few days to update about the trip. The second night didn't provide a good opportunity for blogging, and since we got back Saturday night, my primary focus has been trying to do all the schoolwork I didn't do over break. Since, you know, I took a random roadtrip around four states in three days.

So the first night, we drove to Springfield, CO, the quaint little mainstreet town, and checked into the Starlight Motel, owned and operated by a sweet older couple. (The woman didn't know how to work the credit card machine, but otherwise it was a nice stay.)



We didn't do much that first night, just went to eat at a little steakhouse called Trail's End. For me, it was awesome because I had a thick steak, fresh from local Colorado cattle. For Willie the vegetarian, perhaps not so awesome, though she says her grilled cheese sandwich was tasty. (She had to tell them to hold the bacon. They've never heard of vegetarians out here.)

The next morning we walked around the town for a while and ate breakfast at a fifties-themed diner called Chubby's before hitting the road and driving back into the Oklahoma panhandle. Seeing that part of the state gives me a new perspective on The Grapes of Wrath. We passed fields that had turned to sand, which drifted across the road with the wind. We passed over several rivers that were nothing but dry beds. We made a game of counting the tumbleweeds that blew across the road in front of us. Between Springfield and Amarillo, our second day's destination, we counted seventy-six.


We were in the panhandle for only a short period before crossing into New Mexico, which according to the sign is the Land of Enchantment, but to me looks more like the Land of Defaced Signs. At first, New Mexico looked a lot like western Oklahoma. But then we saw two large mountains rising solitary on the horizon and knew we were in a differnt place.



At the foot of those mountains, which are called Rabbit Ear Mountain, we stopped in another quaint little mainstreet town, Clayton, NM, pop. 2,524. We walked around the town for a while, met some friendly folk, and took lots of pictures.

After leaving Clayton, we crossed into Texas and once more into the central time zone. We started out the day in mountain time, then back to central when we crossed into Oklahoma, then back to mountain in New Mexico, and finally back to central in Texas. Gaining and losing hours so frequently left me feeling jetlagged.

At first, Texas looked a lot like Oklahoma and New Mexico, flat, barren, dry. Within a few hours, however, it took on a distinctively Texan look with rolling hills of scrub vegetation sparsely scattered, and stone canyons etching the countryside. Soon we spied skyscrapers miles away in the distance. (It never fails to amaze me how far you can see out here -- we could see the skyscrapers for a good twenty or thirty minutes before we came anywhere close to them.) We reached our day's destination, Amarillo, TX, pop. 173,627, in the late afternoon. We checked into a seedy motel near the interstate (always a good choice) and then went out to eat at El Tejavan, the hands-down best Mexican restaurant I've ever patronized. (Except maybe the ones in Mexico, but I was a kid and don't remember. ) The one meal there has made me crave their food every day since then. (My guess: They lace their salsa with heroin.)



After our meal, we drove up to the old Route 66 part of town and walked around taking pictures. Unfortunately, it was 8:00 p.m. CDT, and most of the little shops were closed, but it was nice to walk along that historic route especially since (Spoiler Warning!) we would be visiting Route 66 a lot the following day.

And, since we were in Texas, Willie and I decided to Cowboy Up. She bought this charming hat.



While I opted for the shirt and belt buckle.

Now we just need a pair of boots and a horse, and between us we'd make a cowboy.

More later on Day 3.

The Adventure, part 1

Greetings from Springfield, CO, pop. 1,562. Time zone: Mountain. Meaning that I'm currently two hours behind all you East Coast losers.

Willie, Ixi, and I began our three-day adventure today. It's spring break, so we decided to get out of town for a few days. We don't have a lot of plans, but we decided to leave and go west, figure it out as we go. We started out driving west from Stillwater. We first drove through Enid, OK, where we saw a yard in front of a government building, full of black silhouettes of cattle and cowboys. Unfortunately, we were not quick enough to get a picture. We then passed through the town of Lahoma. That's right, Lahoma, Oklahoma. I hope their sister town in named Ok.

We then reached our first destination, Glass Mountains, also known as Gloss Mountains, several ranges of selenite mesas in Northwestern Oklahoma.

One of the mesas, seen from the bottom.

From the top.

After climbing to the top.

We climbed to the top and wandered around the mesas for about two hours, taking lots of pictures and generally enjoying the view. (I'll upload more pictures to a different site and provide a link later.) Then we left, and drove through some more of the beautiful painted desert.

Then we reached the Oklahoma panhandle. I thought the rest of Oklahoma is flat and barren. But then I drove through the panhandle. For about the first hour, it was quaint to see nothing for miles on miles around you. Then for the other hours, you start counting tumbleweeds that blow across the highway (there are tumbleweeds!) and signs you see for cemeteries (they advertise those around here, and sadly they're some of the only signs you see; there seem to be more cemeteries than actual towns) or noticing whether the things connecting powerlines to their poles are white or green. Let me tell you, five hours of that. My god.

The Oklahoma panhandle. This is a metropolis compared to the rest of it.

Then we finally reached Boise City, one of the westernmost towns in the state, with quite a cute little downtown area. In a roundabout in the middle of the town, we turned north and headed toward Colorado. On our way out of town, we came across this sign:

What!? Brontosaurus crossing? What is this? Then we found the Bronto about to cross:


Suddenly, those five hours of nothing were worth it and behind us. And soon we made it to Colorful Colorado. (Which it turns out, is the same dull brown color as Oklahoma.)


We're now in the Starlight Motel in Springfield, which is also quite the quaint little mainstreet town. I'll have picture of it tomorrow, along with this lovely motel and its woodpaneled walls. Tomorrow we're going to make a quick jaunt through New Mexico before heading to Amarillo, TX, where we hope to see an armadillo and drink some amaretto. And possibly get in a saloon fight. Assuming the random motel we find ourselves in then has internet, I'll post more tomorrow night.

Reaganomics be ill, yo.

Recently, Republican National Committee Chairman Michael Steele vowed to bring the conservative Republican agenda to "urban-suburban hip-hop settings" in an "off the hook" public relations offensive. Seriously.

This comes as little surprise considering the massive beat down the GOP suffered this past November. Oh, and what a coincidence, to an energetic black man who knew how to work the internet to attract the youth vote.

The problem? The GOP image does little to attract young voters, especially in those "hip-hop settings" Mr. Steele plans to court. It doesn't help matters when your party nominates two candidates who have become synonymous with the GOP image: a conservative rich old white man, and a sycophantic woman who agrees with anything he tells her to, regardless of whether or not she understands what she's nodding to with that confused look on her face. There's your image problem, Chairman Steele.

Pretty fly for an old, rich white guy.

The solution? PR makeover. Spin the GOP image to attract the young, urban, hip-hop voter. Use the internet and social networking to your full advantage to teach people that you're not a party of McCains and Bushes.

The problem with the solution? You are a party of McCains and Bushes.

Spin the image however you want, but it's going to be a difficult sell. After all, nothing says "that shit be dope" like "trickle-down economics." Nothing says "kegger" quite like severely restricted individual liberties.

While Obama received endorsements from Kanye West and the Arcade Fire, McCain had Rush Limbaugh and Hank Williams, Jr. And nothing says "my parents left for the weekend and we're going to party all night" like Rush and Bocephus.

You want to appeal to the youth? Pay attention to what the youth care about. Don't keep pushing the same tired conservative agenda that attracts their parents or their trust-fund friends who spend spring break on a private beach in a tropic paradise no one's ever heard of. You've got those people, no matter which trained monkey you nominate. If you want the youth vote, listen to what the youth want. My guess is it isn't privatized social security. My guess is it isn't outlawed abortions. My guess is it isn't an even longer, more drawn-out conflict in Iraq so even more of their friends can come home missing limbs or shell-shocked for reasons they don't understand. The people who those messages appeal to already voted for McCain. You need to target the people who either voted for Obama or didn't vote at all. Your image isn't the problem. It's your message. While your message continues to be out of touch with the youth voter, you're not going to win them over no matter how many tweets you get on Twitter.

I think Steele gets part of this, or at least he plans to target certain demographics the GOP failed to carry. For instance: “we need to uptick our image with everyone, including one-armed midgets.” Well, that's a start, I guess. Pretty gangsta. Keep it reele, Chairman Steele.

This guy voted for Bob Barr.