PDC is one of those places that I will never get tired of photographing, or visiting. Even though it only ranks as the second biggest canyon statewide, I still love it all the same. I couldn’t have asked for more perfect weather or company to spend a few hours exploring.
In what will be a shocking turn of events for no one, Cadillac Ranch made the list for yet another hometown tour with a couple of humans I love. Somehow I convinced two more rowdy babes to make the trek to Amarillo with me for a weekend, and many shenanigans ensued (as expected), including this stylish pilgrimage.
One of the perks of being REALLY bad at getting film developed in a timely fashion is getting to re-live fun adventures way after the fact. Case in point: disposable camera goodness from that time Elizabeth met me in Lubbock and we had the most random assortment of tourist adventures, including pretzels bigger than our faces.
Cadillac Ranch is always one of the first places I take friends when they visit Amarillo. It’s admittedly a little underwhelming, but it’s still an experience. So when MD, one of my favorite humans came to visit last summer, off we went.
I have the hardest time keeping up with tourist posts. They should be so easy, because that's definitely when I take the most photos. Alas, so many scans, so little posts.
I honestly don't remember when or where in Oklahoma these were taken, I just know they exist.
The cliff dwellings at Mesa Verde are absolutely mind boggling. I vaguely remember visiting them on a school trip when I was in the 5th grade, so I jumped at the chance to visit again on the way home from Moab.
It was getting late in the day, and a few of the areas were closed off due to recent damage, so I didn't get to explore as much as I would have liked. All the more reason to head back that way ASAP.
Last November during our trip up to Portland, we took a day to visit some water at Cape Lookout. Cold beaches beat warm beaches any day.
We got out there just in time to watch the tide come up and a storm roll in - needless to say it was the best. We got thoroughly (and happily) soaked and sand covered before heading to a tiny pub to warm up.
For most people, Emporia is just a cute little town to drive through. But, if disc golf is big in your life, it's a cute little town you HAVE TO drive through on the way to South Dakota so you can tell your husband you saw the magical place where his favorite discs come from. Either way, if you ever find yourself there, stop by Commercial Street Diner and get yourself some stellar breakfast.
We don't have to talk about how I'm about a year late posting this trip, right? Okay, great.
I love knowing that Roswell is a short day trip away, but also a little sad that I don't go there more often. It's a pretty small place, but I would love to spend more time wandering around and taking in all the kitschy goodness.