Shamrock, Texas lies at the crossroads of Highway 83 and the well-known Route 66. Shamrock was the first evening’s stop on the long drive to the Canadian border to the north. From Abilene I passed cotton fields, dry land crops. In Shamrock I visited a welcome center with memorabilia on Route 66. The town of Shamrock hosts several restored gasoline stations which were quite unique. On a visit to the local liquor store, I met the Missouri Synod Lutheran pastor and watched as he drove off with his purchases on a lime green motorcycle. The green chile enchiladas were tasty at a local restaurant. Fall was in the air as I spent the first night on a long journey.