A couple of years ago I drove home on a different route from Amarillo. I got in to Claude I beleive and took some highway southbound just to see where I’d end up. Palo Duro Canyon is where I found myself. It’s a magnet canyon pulling you in. Along the way that early morning, I discovered the ways of the land and those that work it. The mornings are the best time to travel these parts because that is when you see work being done. It’s the syrup that’s poured on the pancakes.
It’s been too long since I’ve been this way. Family in the panhandle await the arrival of J.A. This summer just might provide that opportunity to travel the Texas Panhandle.