The city of Amarillo is the 14th largest in the oversized state of Texas. Population 236,113, and among them, my sister-in-law Leisa.
Leisa, like my husband Ward, has a good amount of Hawaiian blood coursing through her veins. But the family traipsed around the Mainland as they were growing up. My husband ended up in Hawaii (lucky for me) but Leisa grew tired of the vagabond life while in high school and planted her roots in Texas, where she lives near her son Tarrant, her adorable grandson and her horse, Curious.
Now what, you might ask, is there to do in Amarillo?
I’m so glad you asked.
My first impression of Amarillo– brown, flat and vast. The city (what I saw of it) is not a beauty. I’d describe it as– functional. And liveable. Did I mention it’s brown? And flat?
But there’s a lot of space. And spectacular sunsets. And it was so good to be with family.
We only had one day, so Leisa and Tarrant took us outside of Amarillo to do a little sightseeing. After driving for miles over (brown, flat) terrain, we dropped (unexpectedly, for Ward and me) into a place of breathtaking beauty– the Palo Duro Canyon State Park.
This park, created in 1934, is a place of pristine and timeless glory. It’s nicknamed “The Grand Canyon of Texas” with good reason. Palo Duro Canyon inspires, just like its more grandiose cousin.
And we got a great selfie.
And of course, there were flowers.
Amarillo in English mean “yellow.” It’s also known as “The Yellow Rose of Texas.” (Let’s all sing along, now)
Some say the place was named for the color of the banks of the nearby streams. Others say it was named for the wildflowers that grow there.
I saw a lot of wildflowers. I’ll show you more later, I promise.
We had to leave Amarillo too soon for my husband’s business conference in the Dallas-Forth Worth area.
We’ll be back. We need more sunsets, more canyon, and more time with our beautiful family.