As it turns out, Texas is full of great things— it’s just the people that suck. We got off of the interstate today and just started driving around until we found what was left of route 66. It’s a little bit sad to see what’s happened since the interstate was built. I mean, roofs are legitimately caving in. There is no one around, just the sound of the wind hitting the gas station signs. There is little to no restoration being done to these buildings. It’s kind of like being in a zombie film. And at the same time, there’s kind of an eerie, creepy, and inspiring feel about the whole thing… like you’ve discovered something that no one else knows about.
I started looking in windows, and found this deer head just chillin’ on the couch. I thought it was hilarious, since I have a weird sense of humor, so I took this picture. I was tempted to run in there, grab him, and run out, but I was actually afraid that the roof would cave in on me. That’s how bad it was. So I left him there. I’m planning on buying an antler of some sort somewhere along this trip, though…
It’s really flat here. You can see for almost a mile in every direction.