Whenever you visit Santa Fe, you must always eat breakfast at Tecolote Cafe. This is a must. But you do not need to pose like a pathetic-broken-winged-owl in front of the Tecolote Wall.
Pa and I drove and drove and drove.
We do not have many pictures of Texas, mostly because I managed to nap the entire way.
We did, however, see this:
(I guess it's ironic that we later passed a town called "Atkins".)
Pa and I did not stop for beef.
But we did drive, drive, and drive some more towards Pork. And Elvis.
And I guess Elvis is about as cool as Rare Bears. ....
Or so he wishes.
Pa and I found our Pork.
And after making a solemn pledge to someday bring Ma to such Pork, we then drove and drove and drove some more.
Until we finally arrived in the land of trees.