Yesterday, I went to America’s second longest canyon- Palo Duro, about nineteen miles south of Amarillo. You can see photos of this marvelous place at http://www.palodurocanyon.com/. They are copyrighted, so I can’t show them here. I had a great time walking along Paseo Del Rio, which goes along the Prairie Dog Town Fork of the Red River. At a place called The Sha-la-ko (Rain Maker), I felt a very strong vibration, for about a minute or so. This spot is a vortex, much like several places in Sedona, and a few in Prescott.
After stopping at the Trading Post for a sports drink and some soft-serve ice cream, I picked up a silver wind chime for one of my generous hosts, and headed to the city of Canyon, and the humongous Panhandle Plains Historical Museum.
The security guard told me that only 2 % of the museum’s collection is on display, at any given time. I learned a great deal about the Battle of Palo Duro, where Col. McKenzie’s forces fought to a draw against a combined force of Kiowas, Comanches and Southern Cheyennes, led by Quanah Parker. Chief Parker never surrendered, but made his peace with the whites, and led his people into a settled life of farming. I will have more about him in my next post.
I caught up with @texastidbits around 6:30 PM, at one of his frequent haunts. I got to meet a few of his friends this time. The girl he calls “Freckles” heard my story, surprised that I was out and about, after having been widowed. Truth is, though, Penny and I lived much the same life, before her illness. Around eight, I headed out of Amarillo and got as far as Childress, 106 miles southeast, before running out of steam. For some reason, the motel people were on edge, and very wary of my being alone and casually dressed. I got a room anyway, and rested for the night, before moving on towards Fort Worth.