We last left Bubba in the Painted Desert. A car drove past with his long lost Millie biding him a fond farewell. As we rejoin him, we find him back on the search along Route 66.
I ran off to find Millie and came across this house. Maybe she left a sign. I looked around and found a footprint on a rock.
Then I saw this disturbing picture. Was that Millie being carried off by a large bird?
And what did all this mean?
I guess if I would have read my Painted Desert and Petrified Forest guide book I would have seen that there are quite a few petroglyphs in the area. I though the Petrified Forest was a Humphrey Bogart film and petroglyph was a gas additive. These things date back about a thousand years. What other old things are around here.
WHOA! Don’t get off the bus lady!
No wonder the wood is petrified. I’m pretty scared too. Too late for the lady, she traded the bus ride for something else.
One of the requirements for a drive down route 66 is a suspension of belief or even reason. Businesses will do anything to get the passer bys to stop and take a look. Since the addition of freeways, they are even more desperate.
Things were getting a little distorted. Is this reality or is this a Twilight Zone episode. It was time to stop for a rest.
I had a careful look around. I got the impression that the people in these rooms had been there for a long time. At least their cars had been there for a long time.
I felt I was in that old song. You know the one about the hotel where you can check out but you can never leave? What was the name of the group that sang that? That was starting to bug me. I just couldn’t remember. I found this guy to ask. We were just hanging on a corner when a girl drove by in a flat bed Ford.
I was starting to feel lost. I wasn’t even sure I was on Route 66 anymore. Then I picked up a clue.
Enough of this. I couldn’t figure IT out. I didn’t know what IT is. I couldn’t even find IT.
Yeah, well, maybe not. It was more of that 66 weirdness.
Time to hit the road, but first I needed to check the map and maybe find a place to eat.
Just a minor problem with the road, but a clue that I may have trouble finding an open restaurant on this stretch. I can see the freeway next to old 66 but driving 66 is the goal.
This place isn’t open.
Its brother isn’t open either.
This place isn’t open. Maybe that’s a good thing.
This town isn’t open.
Maybe if I follow the arrows…
Nope, not here either.
Ahhh! Here we go. Something tells me this will do just fine.