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The Land That I Love
The last time I was in this part of Palo Duro Canyon, the authorities were after me, for all I knew with dogs and helicopters. That may be overstating the case, but there were helicopters overhead, and my backpacking companion and I were certainly paranoid that the law was on our tail. We were trespassing—heinous and despicable behavior for which we would eventually be arrested and receive our official comeuppance.
Little Town on the Prairie
Why do so many people trek to Albany (population: 2,000)? For starters, it has a serious art museum, an imposing courthouse, picturesque storefronts, historic ranches—and every June it lets its hair down with a Texas-size spectacular under the stars. Fandangle, anyone?
Wild Things
As a child I had the usual pets. But the feral critters I "adopted"—from chameleons to hermit crabs—were much more exciting.
The Biggest Burger Ever
It may well be at Arnold’s, in Amarillo. Think twenty pounds of unseasoned meat and some forty slices of American cheese. Can anyone say “supersize”?
O, Canadian!
Once slowly dying, the Panhandle town has figured out how to turn itself into a tourist destination—thanks in large part to the peculiar love life of the lesser prairie chicken.
The Skinny on Slim
After six decades of trash-talking and shooting pool, Thomas Austin Preston, Jr., a.k.a. Amarillo Slim, is still the world’s greatest living hustler.
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