The trek. Part 2.

Once we woke up and realized that we really were insane and driving 2,000 miles across the country we decided to get all touristy with it. Cue The Cadillac Ranch. Some rich guy in Texas had some land and hired a few hippies in the good ole days to do some "modern art" and this is what happened. So good.

 It didn't start out all spray-painty but was actually meant to be art about the evolution of Cadillacs. The spray paint was never discouraged, however. 



And then there was New Mexico. Holy cow. It's like the shy girl in class that all the sudden you see on a weekend and she's a dang supermodel. This state is gorgeous. I firmly believe it is a tragedy how little the beauty of this state is discussed.

 The last state of the day was Arizona. It definitely had the biggest sky I've ever seen in all my 27 years. So big. And a little scary. Not somewhere I would be comfortable getting stranded without a big buff guy with a heart of gold and an all-terrain vehicle close behind. 

This is the UP house, right?

So we ended our night in Flagstaff, AZ with 1561 miles down, 500 to go, and a new love of Route 66.