These are travel photos from our recent trip to Amarillo for Stephen's installation. We started off at our favorite airport, McGhee Tyson in Knoxville. Unless you're stuck there for along time when you should be traveling, it's a great place to be. My bag of bread is in the background, unattended!
Flying out of Knoxville and westward across Tennessee on a clear day is delightful with many lakes, rivers and mountains to admire.
Here we are at the commuter terminal in Houston after a lengthy walk. It reminded me of a bus terminal, with many rows of seats and four or five doors with access to more than a dozen gates for flights.
Waiting for us at the Amarillo airport was none other than Stephen! What a thrill to see him operating in his new home town! We decided the Amarillo airport was just as nice as Knoxville, and both were quite a bit better than Houston.
We arrived at Stephen and Betsy's new home and were happy to see their "welcome home" sign, put up by members of their congregation for them to see when they first arrived.
The wind was whipping around the house and the banner was making a tremendous amount of noise. We took it down after listening to it for a few hours.
We had a few free hours on Saturday afternoon so we drove down to the Palo Duro Canyon for a quick tour. It's pretty impressive for a big hole in the ground. Stephen says that when they visited in July it was 110 F degrees on the floor of canyon. Sound brutal. We only had to contend with the wind and the blowing sand.
The interactive center at the canyon explained the era of each layer of rock in the canyon. Mysteriously there are no layers of rock from two time periods...where did they go? Yes, we drove on that little road that winds down the cliff.
The canyon floor was decorated with beautiful trees sporting yellow leaves. We're guessing they are elderberry trees but never got a local authority to confirm it for us.
There were many interesting rock formations, including this balancing act.
That night we dined at a local Mexican restaurant. My Dad and I ordered a beer and found out that they come in a big, big size.
It was a happy evening as we looked forward to the installation the next day.
On Sunday morning we discovered the waffle maker at the hotel made Texas shaped waffles. Many of the cowboys eating nearby wondered why I was taking a picture.
Here's a poster from the airport. They take their cattle seriously in Amarillo.
People really do wear black cowboy hats and sport silver cowboy belt buckles in Amarillo.
As we flew out of Amarillo the tributary fingers of the Palo Duro Canyon came into view.
Flying out of Knoxville and westward across Tennessee on a clear day is delightful with many lakes, rivers and mountains to admire.
Here we are at the commuter terminal in Houston after a lengthy walk. It reminded me of a bus terminal, with many rows of seats and four or five doors with access to more than a dozen gates for flights.
Waiting for us at the Amarillo airport was none other than Stephen! What a thrill to see him operating in his new home town! We decided the Amarillo airport was just as nice as Knoxville, and both were quite a bit better than Houston.
We arrived at Stephen and Betsy's new home and were happy to see their "welcome home" sign, put up by members of their congregation for them to see when they first arrived.
The wind was whipping around the house and the banner was making a tremendous amount of noise. We took it down after listening to it for a few hours.
We had a few free hours on Saturday afternoon so we drove down to the Palo Duro Canyon for a quick tour. It's pretty impressive for a big hole in the ground. Stephen says that when they visited in July it was 110 F degrees on the floor of canyon. Sound brutal. We only had to contend with the wind and the blowing sand.
The interactive center at the canyon explained the era of each layer of rock in the canyon. Mysteriously there are no layers of rock from two time periods...where did they go? Yes, we drove on that little road that winds down the cliff.
The canyon floor was decorated with beautiful trees sporting yellow leaves. We're guessing they are elderberry trees but never got a local authority to confirm it for us.
There were many interesting rock formations, including this balancing act.
That night we dined at a local Mexican restaurant. My Dad and I ordered a beer and found out that they come in a big, big size.
It was a happy evening as we looked forward to the installation the next day.
On Sunday morning we discovered the waffle maker at the hotel made Texas shaped waffles. Many of the cowboys eating nearby wondered why I was taking a picture.
Here's a poster from the airport. They take their cattle seriously in Amarillo.
People really do wear black cowboy hats and sport silver cowboy belt buckles in Amarillo.
As we flew out of Amarillo the tributary fingers of the Palo Duro Canyon came into view.
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