A Canadian escort

After Pampa, I continued along US 60 through Miami,

as the landscape in the panhandle turned from level to hilly.

As I was approaching Canadian it was time to stretch my legs, though I had gone a mere 30-40 miles, and enjoy the vast landscape I was digging into.

Next stop: Canadian

where I stopped for one of the best steaks I ever ate.

The Cattle Exchange

After a hearty mesquite grilled 1" ribeye with baked potato and sweet tea it was time to walk around a little bit. While the town was closing up,

it was time to walk it off along the Canadian River Wagon Bridge

However, after an hour, the body was beginning to wear down and it was time to bid a goodbye to US 60,

and head into the sunset back in Amarillo.