|Harnessing the winds of the high plains|
|No, not the chicken ranch. Why would I want to go there?|
As I was leaving the cadillacs and heading back to where I parked my rv I came upon proof that some Texans do have a sense of humor. There was supposed to be a geocache here to ironically called Psycho, but I never found it.
|If you love Robin Williams you'll love the movie RV|
But just like all the other good times and good places, it came to an end. On Sunday morning I hooked up my toad and started driving west on old Route 66. It's a pretty good road and had no traffic at all so it seemed like a good idea. And then, just 20 miles west of Vega where I had camped for the weekend, I found the Midway Café. Yep, you guessed it, a café at the exact halfway point of Route 66. There's a big sign to mark the spot and even the road itself is marked. I stopped and went inside to shop. When I signed the guest book the owner admitted he had just bought the place and moved here from Thompson's Station! Small world after all.