“Amarillo by morning, Amarillo’s on my mind…”
I can’t say that I was entirely ready to leave Palo Duro Canyon (see last post), but I had far exceeded my 24 hour rule. It was time to move on to the neighboring city of Amarillo.
First stop – Historic Route 66.
Whew! What a crazy spring!!! From SXSW to Fort Hood to President Obama to NBA Playoffs, I’ve been photographing everything I can put my eyes on for two months. I’ve enjoyed it immensely, but it’s time I get back to traveling on my own terms.
First stop, Ennis – the bluebonnet capitol of Texas.
Bluebonnets are my all-time favorite flower. Every spring I get giddy when I see them pop up on the sides of the highway, and I thumb through the pages of the wildflower edition of Texas Highways like a little kid looking at a new comic book. I can’t help it, I’m a Texas girl.
So when deciding where I should go for my first trip back from a longer-than-expected hiatus, my first Google search was “bluebonnets.”
While looking for places to go during the winter months, I ran across San Angelo. The small west Texas town is known as a rugged place of history, out where the buffalo roam – literally.
But there’s another side to this town. The quirky, artsy side.
The Chicken Farm Art Center embodies that spirit perfectly.
Okay, I’ll admit it. Up until now, I’ve put a lot of thought in to where I travel for this project, but this time it snuck up on me. It was Sunday night and I realized I had nothing to post this week and no travel plans. Plus, the weather forecast predicted sleet and snow. Where was I supposed to go?
I needed some place that had indoor activities and that wasn’t too far away, just in case driving conditions got bad. Obviously I couldn’t camp.
Monday morning I woke up and started researching. I looked up the painted churches of Texas. Schulenburg? That’ll work! Read more
Every June I make a stop at Palmetto State Park during the Texas Water Safari, an annual canoe & kayak race. I stay for the evening, watching teams come in and out of the race check point via the San Marcos River, but I’ve never really gotten to see what the park has to offer.
It turns out there’s quite a bit more to this place than paddling. (*gasp!* Safari folk, I’m not betraying you, I promise.)
Let’s start with a few clips from my video diary. (Keep reading for more photos.) Unfortunately, the trip started with rain.
Frohe Weihnachten!
That’s Merry Christmas in German! I learned that recently while checking out what the German town of Fredericksburg has to offer for the Christmas season.
I stayed at the Main Street B&B, which is exactly where you think is. It’s a perfect location for exploring the down town shops, museums and restaurants, and it has a balcony that overlooks Main Street.
A few years back I almost got a job at the Waco Tribune-Herald. I went to Waco for an interview and Rod Aydelotte, the photo chief, showed me around and told me Waco is the smallest big city you’ll ever see.
That’s so true. Waco has a major university, multiple museums, a zoo, historic buildings, a sprawling park that lines the Brazos River, among other attractions, all inside of a 95 square mile town.
Waco is also home to a handful of B&Bs. I found the Spencer House, which is a bed & breakfast owned and operated by Dan and Viviann Capps.
