On our way to New Mexico, Mom and I stopped at the Cadillac Ranch just outside Amarillo, Texas.
I had heard about this place my whole life.
I don’t know what I was expecting — maybe some neon signs pointing the way or something? — but it wasn’t this.
The place wasn’t even marked. We would have missed it if we hadn’t been looking for it.
But it was still really cool.
These cars are just stuck in the ground out in a field on the side of the Interstate.
They’re covered in graffiti.
Empty spray cans litter the ground from where people have left their mark.
We found one that was half-full, though, so we could leave ours.
Nanna and Reenie were here. Word.
Hey, we were in our traveling clothes…
(I *love* my comfy Aggie flip-flops!)
There was graffiti on *everything*…
The sign at the entrance…
The gate going in…
Well, everything on *that* side of the fence…
It was super-fun!
Speaking of Cadillacs…
This lovely gem (complete with mannequins) was parked outside a random house on the Interstate.
Of course, we had to stop to take photos.
But then we hit the road again!
Thanks for looking!