Bubba fears being taken to Missouri and dropped off. He has caused us some grief in our time together, but he has also been a fairly quiet companion.
As we pulled into our hotel for the night I felt a sense of déjà vu. I’ve been here before. This was, yes, Broken Arrow, Oklahoma. We were going back on Route 66!! Which direction are we going this time? I wasn’t too thrilled with some of the people we met last year when we drove from Chicago to Broken Arrow. Everyone seemed BIG.
Why even sipping on a straw proved to be a challenge.
The cuisine was…well…shall we call it varied?
I guess as long as I stay in the car, I will be alright.
We won’t be heading back to Chicago. This time we will be heading west toward California. We will hunt out the remaining bits of Route 66 and take a shot at driving as much of the old road as possible.