We slept quite well at Clines corner and had a great breakfast before continuing on to Texas

Both I and my Mom have come to the conclusion Texas has nothing to offer us. I can't stand the grass because every time I walk on it some very sharp prickly things get stuck on my pads and it hurt so much. They hurt Mom's fingers too when she pulls them off. Mom gets in a bad mood when she sees this which she doesn't think is funny or cute, it's just boorish and rude. 

Their ribs were really good though and I got a lot of it this time because that portion was huge, like a lot of things here.

Mom has driven this route once before and decided that this time we should stop at the Cadillac Ranch which Standing along Route 66 west of Amarillo,  It was built by a group of art-hippies imported from San Francisco. They called themselves The Ant Farm, and their silent partner was Amarillo billionaire Stanley Marsh 3. He wanted a piece of public art that would baffle the locals, and the hippies came up with a tribute to the evolution of the Cadillac tail fin. Ten Caddies were driven into one of Stanley Marsh 3's fields, then half-buried, nose-down, in the dirt (supposedly at the same angle as the Great Pyramid of Giza). They faced west in a line, from the 1949 Club Sedan to the 1963 Sedan de Ville, their tail fins held high for all to see on the empty Texas panhandle.

This is how it looked original (picture was stolen from the web)

From the beginning, you could recognize the cars and the year they represented.

That was in 1974. People would stop along the highway, walk out to view the cars -- then deface them or rip off pieces as souvenirs. 

This is how it looks now

I guess you can say it's a different kind of art, Art that represents this era? We both hated it, the stench of spraypaint and the litter everywhere. Parents with toddlers letting them sniff the layers of wet paint? don't they know it's poison?

We didn't stay long, Mom got her pictures and we quickly left the muddy field that smelled rotten. Why cant people at least pick up their garbage? We saw diapers tossed and lots of other gross things that I wanted to investigate but Mom stopped me short. There was a dumpster at the road which also was covered with paint...........we think this vendor found the perfect place for his shirts

I pooped here, and Mom picked it up out off habit..............I'm not going to tell you where she tossed the bag ;-) ;-)

Little further down the road was this muffler man turned into National  Rifle Association spokesman symbolizes the golden age of roadside attractions. The purpose of this mega attraction is to of course spread a message, but is more or less there for curious travels to have a photo op. 

Besides the large cowboy proclaiming his right to arm bears, three Cadillacs are jacked up in a visual reference to the nearby Cadillac Ranch, with mannequins resembling Elvis, John Wayne, and Willie Nelson at the wheel.

Slug Bug Ranch -- also known as Bug Ranch, Bug Farm, and Buggy Farm -- was created in 2002. The five wrecked Volkswagen Beetles, buried hood-down in the ground, were the idea of the Crutchfield family, who owned the Longhorn Trading Post and Rattlesnake Ranch next door.

It began when a huge corporate Travel Plaza was built on the opposite side of the Crutchfield's interstate exit. They figured they could stay in business if they could siphon away traffic with something eye-catching and engaging. Slug Bug Ranch seemed a natural choice: a parody of the popular Cadillac ranch 35 miles west. At the time, the Beetle wrecks were painted a pristine bright yellow, and a sign next to them encouraged, "Sign a Bug.

The Crutchfield's were right about one thing: Slug Bug Ranch has proved popular as an attraction. Unfortunately, it flopped as a business plan, and the Trading Post closed only a year after it was built. Its advanced state of decay is a testament to the vigorous love it has endured from Route 66 travelers, who have felt free to modify the abandoned artwork with spray paint and whatever crowbars, hammers, blowtorches, etc. they apparently carry in their vehicles.

We found most of what is left of the famous glorified route 66 is in a state of decay

this was one of the stores still open but no customers, no tourists except us, and the lady inside wasn't very cheery either.

Mom kept looking and looking to find something that WE may find interesting on our way, and she saw a picture of Wichita falls that looked really nice for a stroll, but when we got there again my paws filled up with those sharp prickly things and the water was reddish-brown and smelled funky. This place wasn't even worth taking pictures off.

Did I tell you that I got a job at our last National park stop .............Mom wish it was a paying job so I could have chipped in on that cord.......(here we go again Get OVER it Mom)

Anyway, I'm very proud of it it makes me special ...................

All thru Texas they call their rest stops for Picknick stop and yes there's tables and places to BBQ but NO restrooms? What do they expect people to do? like me? Mom has a trick but if I tell you I'll get back on her Sh&%list

We are in Louisiana now parked at a beautiful rest stop with clean bathrooms and vending machines and maps and ......well everything you need while on the road. 

We slept here although it's a little bit too warm  80F and the noise from the road was annoying.

Good Bye Texas do not think we'll be seeing you anytime soon.