With the polar airmass continuing to spill down the Plains, it was time to head west towards the Front Range in hopes an upslope flow regime might take shape on the backside of the high. After a leisurely afternoon in Norman tossing the pigskin around (football, not pork rinds), visiting a bookstore, and eating lunch, we meandered west to Amarillo. We had dinner at the famous Big Texan restaurant, where we were treated to a Grand Ol Opry type show. The food was great as always, although I was a bit disappointed however to see their menu no longer included onion rings. But not as disappointed as I was when Shawn once again backed down on his 2001 promise of eating the 72 oz steak....what a wuss!
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