Amarillo, Day 2

This, Saturday, was the Jewish sabbath -- a day of rest and reflection.

So who are we to argue with this ancient tradition?

This was an utterly uneventful day. We followed Route 66 through Amarillo, and there was nothing left of the establishments that had existed, so far as we could tell. Nothing even to photograph.

And anyway, Lulu was on strike: "NO MORE PICTURES WITH ME IN THEM!"

We considered going out to Shamrock, where there is some cool architecture that inspired a key building in Cars -- the movie that led us to embark on this journey.

But it was hot and we had no ambition to drive two hours there and two hours back. So we hung out at the hotel, enjoying the indoor pool and adjoining hot tub, and watching bad TV (isn't that redundant?).

Tomorrow, Barry flies home to L.A. to go back to work. Lulu and Ann will head north, bound for Spokane by way of the Grand Tetons and Yellowstone. Lulu has her heart set on seeing a real, live wild bear. If that actually happens, you can be sure you'll see a picture of it, if Lulu can use her wiles to get the bear to pose nicely.