We love road trips and decided to drive to New Mexico even though it would mean a total of four days on the road. Our plans were almost derailed, however, when the rental car company did not have the car we ordered. After a three hour wait while the car folks called around town, we had a very nice Lincoln and were heading west across the Mississippi River bridge into Arkansas.
Larry was looking cool behind the wheel. He drove all the way there and most of the way back.
Our decision to avoid chain restaurants and take a chance on local eateries really paid off. Our first find was Frank’s Italian Restaurant & Grill off exit 5 in Van Buren Arkansas. The place is owned and operated by real Italians, who greeted us with a friendly “How youse doin’?” We enjoyed delicious salads topped with chicken hot off the grill while listening to Frank Sinatra croon over the sound system.
The trip across Oklahoma and Texas held several interesting sights. I failed to capture a photo of the house with 50 porta-potties in the front yard, but I get some shots of the amazing windmills.
And the largest cross in the Western Hemisphere.
We spent the night in OK City and got on the road again the next day. The terrain became flat, dry and rocky as we made our way across Texas. At lunch time we found another gem off exit 67 in Amarillo. Frank’s French Bakery and Tea Room- “The only French Bakery in Amarillo”.
The food was fantastic and each plate came with a homemade macaroon. Every dine-in customer receives a free baguette to take home. We picked up a cheese danish and and eclaire for the road. Highly recommended next time you are in the vicinity.
As we approached New Mexico, the scenery began to change into something I had never seen before. Pitiful scrubby plants dotted the dry brown earth. Instead of lush grass scattered with wildflowers, the roadsides held only sparse stands of yucca and prickly pear cactus. Rocks were everywhere, as if strewn about by an angry giant. Flat topped-mountains rose in the distance and the dry wind whipped at plastic bags snagged in barbed wire fences.
It was so different that it was almost scary. We were certainly not in Memphis any more!