Palo Duro Canyon, I had no idea you even existed until 3 weeks before we left. That familiar desperation to go somewhere new was starting to get a bit unbearable, so I found myself looking at random Air Bnb’s across Texas for something affordable. Amarillo had the cutest places for the cheapest price, and all of them kept mentioning this lovely sounding park, Palo Duro Canyon.
Off we went, three weeks later, in a teeny tiny rental car, through north Texas. Our evenings in Amarillo had lots of eating and wining and crafting, thanks to our nightly trips to Target. And the canyon gave us all that we were looking for: some sense of escape and adventure. It was quiet, with not too many fellow hikers, and looked incredible from every viewpoint.
I think we’ve been chasing that “white sands feel.” It was by far our favorite road trip. And while we haven’t necessarily found that level of joy, yet, I think this trip was a reminder that even smaller adventures are worthwhile, and each new place offers a distinctive feel. Palo Duro Canyon, you were worth my sore feet and blisters.