Riders on the Storm

Well, we made it from Tyler to Amarillo without too much trouble. As expected, it snowed overnight and dumped 3+ inches on the ground. Curt cleaned off the Jeep as Judy and I finished our coffee and we left around 7am.

We had the roads pretty much to ourselves as we headed towards Dallas. The road was beautuful but we saw many cars and trucks in the ditch. The bridges were very iced over. It was pretty intense for a few hundred miles.

We circled around Dallas and headed north then northwest. About 40 miles north of Wichita Falls we stopped for lunch at a local road house called Whistle Stop. The parking lot was loaded with muddy pickups, the dress code was overalls, the waitress knew everyone there and the smoking room was bigger than the non-smoking room. We ordered fried catfish, chicken fried steak with gravy and baked potato with chili and devoured it all. We thought we would never eat again, but we had room for margaritas and chips when we got to Amarillo.

BTW, does it look like we are crowded in the Jeep? So far, we are still speaking but we still have another day.