Cadillac Ranch Rocks! I could visit this place often. I’ve seen so many photos and read so much about this place, and NOW I get to visit it. I’m well prepared for the visit.
Before leaving on this trip I made a stencil that says, “WWW.ROUTE66PHOTOGRAPHERS.COM“, and packed it in a bag with some masking tape. The other day, I stopped at Home Depot and bought a few cans of spray paint – black, white, and blue to match the logo my daughter designed.
Up Early to See How Cadillac Ranch Rocks at Sunrise
After looking up the time for Sunrise, I sent Charly a text:
WE ARE LEAVING AT 5:30AM
In return she replies:
My reply was simply:
THANK YOU FOR NOT USING “UR”. LOL
She wasn’t happy when I knocked on her door at 5:25AM and announced it was time to go. But, we were in the car and on the road by 5:45AM which is the best I could hope for.
Driving Past It
We drove past it. I knew that when we got to a landmark that was beyond Cadillac Ranch. A quick U-Turn and we were headed back towards Amarillo. I stopped just short of what the GPS said should be Cadillac Ranch.
“Can you see where it might be?” I asked Charly.
“Uh, no. It’s OH-DARK-HUNDRED and I can’t see anything out here,” she said sarcastically.
“You’d there there’d be a sign or something,” I said while scratching my head.
“You’d think,” Charly said dully.
“Well, LOOK around. We’ve got to be close,” I demanded.
A little behind the car was a cattle gate. I stopped the car, got out, and walked towards the gate with flashlight in hand.
At the gate was a hand painted sign that read, “Got Paint?”
“Hey, this must be it!” I yelled back towards the car, but got no response.
Walking back to the car I rapped on the passenger window, “Hey, I think this is it.”
Charly got out of the car and simply glared at me.
“Here carry this,” I said giving her a bag of stuff to carry, “and this,” as I gave her a second bag.
“I’ll never be your beast of burden,
“I’ve walked for miles my feet are hurting,” Charly starts to sing.
“You sing the next line and you’ll be walking a lot further,” I said.
“Oh, yeah… I just remember what the next line says. Nevermind,” Charly embarrassed said.
“I’m surprised you even know those lyrics. That was before you were even born,” I said happy that she stopped. That would have been really awkward.
Reaching the Cars
Once the cars were in sight, I asked Charly to stand by the cars while I set up a few strobe lights.
The eastern sky was just starting to lighten. Charly took my flashlight, and did what every child does when they get their hands on a flashlight…
I must have shot a couple hundred frames. I was having fun, but the real purpose was to leave my mark, however, it was too dark to tag a car. Plus, it had rained and the cars were wet.
Once the sky lightened (I can’t say the sun came up, because it got cloudy quickly), I found a car to tag. As soon as the paint hit the car, the dew caused it to bead up and roll off.
“Dang,” I said, “it’s too wet!”
Charly took off running down the road.
“What the heck,” I thought, “It’s a good thing I have the car keys. Oh, crap… what if she has a hide-a-key. … No, I would know if she did.”
She returned a few minutes later with an entire roll of paper towels and started wiping off the car.
“Okay, I take back every bad thing I’ve ever said about you,” I said to her.
“There!” she announced, “Now try painting.”
Charly didn’t act impressed, but I think it is pretty cool.
Back to the Car
The walk back to the car made me think how glad I was we got there before sunrise. Lots of people were heading to see the interesting artwork in the Texas plains.
We reached the gate and I shot one last picture of Charly before we headed west.
I pulled out my Route 66 sign and Charly pointed out, “Hey, it kind of looks like those Cadillacs back there, only you need more of them and they need to be turned sideways.”
Laughing I replied, “But then it wouldn’t be ’66’, it would be ‘666666666666’.”