After crossing the desert on a horse with no name, it felt good to be in town with a populous.  Or something; I don't recall the tune that well.  But at 170,000+ people, it seemed good enough to look around, despite the strong winds which blew and blew (removing the hat right off my head as soon as I got out for my first picture in town).

My hatless first look at the city of Amarillo.	I soon found this town was different.  Children here were enchanted by Jackie Chan toys.	Down yonder was the Route 66 motorway, but was closed.  And very, very windy (bonus - dust!)