No trip to the Texas panhandle is complete without a trip to Stanley Marsh's Cadillac Ranch. We were traveling with nothing more for directions than a mark on the road atlas. Consequently, we got off the interstate too late and missed it completely. We turned around and went back. I had expected to be able to see something from the road and there was nothing, so after driving several miles, we exited the highway again. There was a gas station at the exit and Liz needed to use the room of resting, so I pulled in. She came back a couple of minutes later with a bottle of water and directions. Get on the frontage road and it's on the right side. You can't miss it. So, we'd driven by it twice.

We arrived right before sunset. We grabbed the cameras and hopped out of the car. I checked the camera. One picture left. Crap. I'll grab a long shot and change the roll. That should only take a minute and I won't lose the sun. Take the lens cap off. No meter. Battery's dead. Crap. I don't have a spare. So, sunny f16 rule it is, and let's hope my EV estimates are good and I can count. I grabbed some extra cell phone pics just in case.

For those who don't know, the Cadillac Ranch is a public art installation on land belonging to Stanley Marsh 3. It was installed in a wheat field owned by Marsh in 1974. In 1997, it was moved a couple of miles west into a cow pasture. It's an interesting sculpture consisting of a number of Cadillacs buried halfway into the field.

Every so often, the cars are resprayed so that visitors can graffiti them again, making the sculpture an ever-changing one. It's refreshing that something like this can have stood for so long, with no souvenir stand or snack bar in sight. Nothing but an unlocked gate, a field and some cars.

After taking in such a sight, we were in serious need of barbecue, so we took dinner at Dyer's BBQ. Dyer's was good barbecue. Acting om a tip, I avoided the brisket and instead ordered the sausage, ribs and ham. They were all good, if not great and the service was very good.