We started out again in the morning. The Chicago to Oklahoma part of this trip has people and green stuff. This end of it has rocks and sand and places that used to be. We struggled a little bit in the morning but then we crossed the Continental Divide. It would be all downhill from now on. On the road, I mean, at least that’s what the sign suggests.
We felt very optimistic about this leg. We were ready to do a long run then we came across another of these signs.
Not the first, not probably the last, these signs just mean we have to do some creative map reading to find the other end of this broken segment. Unless it means something sinister…
We came across this fellow in Gallup, New Mexico. His brothers pointed the way on the first leg of the trip from Chicago so we know we were back on track. I can’t tell if he is saying thumbs up or thumbs down for the trip.
We saw the best and the worst on this leg of the trip. This is the Historic El Rancho Hotel built by D.W. Griffith’s brother in 1937. The early greats of Hollywood stayed here and some have rooms named after them, everyone from Alan Ladd to Zackery Scott. It may be a little tired these days but then again, so am I.
The lobby still holds its movie star charm.
We then headed to the other end of the spectrum. Route 66 was, and still is, known for the basket’s full of useless souvenirs you can buy. Some places cling to the tacky image. This place had some great plastic animals hanging around.
Why these yellow horses are so real, I had to wonder how they walked up there.
Before you make fun of these noble creatures, remember, plastic animals are just as real as you and I are. Well, me especially.
This version of the Route 66 giants was a little menacing.
He left us a clue as to which way NOT to go.
Feeling a little intimidated, we stopped for help at a U.S. Calvary outpost…I think.
This fort would make anyone feel protected, unless they watched F Troop on TV in the 60’s.
But all we had to do was cross this bridge of no return and we were in the Painted Desert.
Somewhere out there were the remnants of our route.
In the distance we could see a piece of road with a car on it. A clue to finding the old road is to look for the old telegraph lines, and follow them. Sometimes it works out. For this guy, maybe not.
As I was posing for a picture the car came up behind me and I had to leap out of the way.
As the car passed, a lovely lady waved.
WAIT! That was Mille! THE GIRL!!