Cadillac Ranch rises out of a Texas field like a row of cars that took a wrong turn and never recovered. Riven and I stopped while traveling through the Amarillo area. The day was cool and windy, and going during the week helped us avoid a large crowd.
From a distance, the Cadillacs looked small against the open field and wide Texas sky. Their shapes became more colorful and less recognizable as we walked closer.
Walking Through Cadillac Ranch With Riven
Each car stood nose-first in the ground. Layer after layer of spray paint covered the metal, windows, and almost anything else people could reach. Some sections had collected so much paint that the surface looked thick and cracked. Names, dates, messages, and colors overlapped until the newest work covered whatever another visitor had left behind.
Riven examined the ground, watched the people around us, and inspected the line of cars from several angles. The artwork may attract the humans, but the collection of scents probably told him far more about everyone who had walked through before us.
Spray Paint, Wind, and a Dog on a Leash
I found some half full spray paint. The wind made that more difficult than expected. Before spraying, I had to check which direction the paint would travel and move Riven safely out of its path. The wind could turn one quick burst into a colorful cloud headed directly toward us.
Trying to manage a can of spray paint, the wind, and a dog on a leash added its own challenge to the visit.
Riven also met another traveler and her dog and I missed the chance to take a photo of the two dogs together. Riven did not need a photo to document the meeting. A complete scent investigation handled that part.
Riven’s Version of the Day
Cadillac Ranch had ten giant cars, one new dog, and more smells than any person could appreciate. We had spray paint, but the wind kept trying to paint both of us.
I supervised from a safe distance.
Another Texas Adventure for Riven
Riven did not care that we had reached one of the best-known attractions along this stretch of Texas. To him, it was another field with unfamiliar scents, a dog to meet, and several large objects sticking out of the dirt.
For me, it became another place that was more fun because he walked through it with me.
The paint we added may disappear beneath someone else’s work. That is part of Cadillac Ranch. Every visitor gets a brief opportunity to add something before the next person arrives with another can.
Riven left without adding any color to his coat, which made the stop a success from his point of view and mine.
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Riven has explored a long list of places with me, and Cadillac Ranch is only one stop in his travel story.
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