A year and a half ago we were on our way home from our second California to Florida road trip. We did things a little differently this time with a big detour up to Illinois to visit some of Fun Dad’s family. After a really fun couple of days it was time to make our way back home. We left St. Louis in the evening, and besides a short stop in Arkansas to visit friends we drove all the way through the night.
We rolled into Amarillo around 6:00 am and stopped at the local Walmart to get some spray paint. Our plan was to stop at Cadillac Ranch, make our mark, and head on to the next stop – hoping to land in Albuquerque and spend the rest of the day and night there. On our last cross-country trip we had wasted our time in Albuquerque trying to find a place to get the stray dog we found checked out. It wasn’t a lot of fun and I was excited to get another chance to spend some time there.
Fun Dad pulled up the directions to where Cadillac Ranch was. It was just down the road from where we were. We went down what looked like a farm road. There wasn’t much around. “Are we going the right way?” The GPS told us to turn right at the next road. It was a dirt road, and because of the recent rain and snow is was rather muddy. The van started sliding and we got nervous. All of the sudden we weren’t moving at all.