Before Bubba took off for Havana, Columbia, and Tucson (only in Bubba’s world do they fit together) he was cruising on old Route 66 with us. He made it as far as Albuquerque, New Mexico, where he was freaked out by a balloon race. He rejoins us now on the road, west of Albuquerque.
After escaping the floating objects in the big city, we headed west on 66 until we needed a stop. In 1937, Roy E. Cline built a store at the intersection of Route 66 and U.S. 285. Being the only thing out here, it grew and grew to the 30,000 square foot behemoth it is today.
They have food, water, gas, and any kind of southwestern “thing” that you can imagine. I was in urgent need of relief so I asked the guy at the door.
“Hey, where is the restroom?” He was very wooden in manner and pointed. He offered me a cigar which I turned down after imbibing a little too much in Cuba.
After we filled the cars tank and drained our own, we headed out again. After a few miles, we got hungry and started looking for a good place to eat, or just a place to eat. We came across this place that seemed to offer giant pollen samples or maybe a mutated desert virus.
We decided on this fine eating establishment instead. They served a Northwestern lumberjack version of desert Vietnamese food.
The birds seemed to like it.
The fusion cuisine did not agree with my acrylic insides. I now understood why someone would need a large, mobile muffler.
We arrived at our hotel but it was still early and I was a little skeptical about their truth in advertising. The only trees I could see were under the sign.
Back on the old, not too much used, portion of Route 66, the landscape took a turn for the bleak. Not too much to see out here.
The only animal we came across was this owl. He looked like maybe he had been sitting there for quite a long time.
The signs did not present us with positive prospects.
We found some sign of human habitation. What does a field of crosses mean?
We passed through the thriving metropolis of Budville.
It was getting dark as we headed off into the sunset. Sounds great, looks great, but we were in the desert at night with nowhere to go but down the road. It gets dark out here.
We came across this fine hotel. It had electric heat and cool. That would be good enough. We’d figure out where we were in the morning.