Western Oklahoma tonight. Early enough to settle quietly into one of what Erick, OK offers in motels. It may be the best of the two. The joint next door specializes in "Calizones". I picked the Mexican one. An interesting interpretation.

We passed the 1000 mile break-in period for the Outback east of Amarillo. The small silo towns gave us a sort of variable speed thing that would make Subaru's mechanics smile.

I didn't need Tucson's Catalina Mountains to tell me where north is. In the Texas panhandle everything leans north.

I didn't see any Border Patrol today. But, maybe they are hiding.

All the ruckus of the past week rolled into a quiet Sunday drive of many yawns, frequent stops where some shade appeared, and even a moment when Toby in his harness and leash could be in the grass of a roadside park-like area along the way. He has eaten nothing while we are on the road, but gobbled down quite a bit of Texas grass. He still hunkers down like a pack of coyotes are on top of him, but a bit more relaxed today.

Texas Panhandle

Excitement in Texas Panhandle

Trees in Texas Panhandle

Toby Enjoying Texas Grass

He and I are getting the hang of this motel and car thing.

Bedtime calls so I will post a few pictures and stop for now.