Amarillo by morning …

Amarillo by morning … or maybe afternoon, given the time-zone issue and the tantalizing prospect of pie for brunch in Adrian.

Either way, it’s Tucumcari tonight, as we just checked into the Blue Swallow and are heading out to dinner shortly … and I think at this point, we’re probably twenty-four hours from Tulsa, unless we stop for dinner at White Dog Hill on the way home (which is looking rather likely).

We needed this. The Lincoln Highway was nice, but navigating unfamiliar mountain roads with limited directions is a bit of a tall order this far into a road trip, and while I’m not quite ready for this vacation to be over, I definitely needed to recharge my batteries a bit. A night at the Swallow always seems to do the trick.

Hope you’re relaxing comfortably, wherever you are tonight.