The first part of Route 66, on the eastern end, runs through Chicago and the farmlands of the Midwest. There are tiny towns that have survived the move of the highway because the farming community was so strong. On the western end, there is plenty of dessert. When the highway moved and sped up there was no reason for most of the communities to exist and they dried in the heat. Now they are in the process of blowing away, so I would suggest a visit before they are gone.
We gassed up and headed out once more. At this station we pumped a lot of dust.
While there wasn’t much in the way of food, we did find something to eat at the next stop. They will serve chicken any way you want as long as it is dead.
I wasn’t sure I was on the right road. I thought I would ask for some help. These people looked like they knew Route 66 but maybe, just maybe, they had been on this road a little too long. Even longer than me.
I stopped to ask this guy for directions. I complemented him on his suit and he replied, “Thank you, thank you very much.”
I wanted to head in the right direction, but he told me he has been wandering on this road for decades. He was just waiting for his two friends, Marilyn, and James to come back so they could head out again. He said he won’t let James drive because he wrecked his last car.
Passing through the city of Hackberry where the PDA was supposedly invented. I had a feeling I was still on Route 66. At least that’s what the signs suggested. We fueled up on Coca Cola and continued.
After some extensive desert driving, Rick said the cola was getting to him. IT must have been too much caffeine because he stopped and took a short hike in the desert to spend some quiet time with a small bush.
We wound our way up the road and into the foothills for our cross into California.
Yes, that is the road. Those pale squiggly lines winding up and over. Just ignore the lack of guardrails and the rusted out hulks of cars that went over and could not be recovered.
We made it to the thriving metropolis of Oatman just in time for the afternoon commute.
This is a group of locals just hanging out.
Too many donkeys were hanging around eating anything they came upon. Not a good situation for a little guy like me. I thought I would hide out back here for a bit.
We had to get through traffic and keep pressing on. California can’t be far, let’s head out and find the Golden State.
We made it! We were back in California and back into civilization…Needles, California.
Back on the fast pace, we thought we would celebrate by stopping for a quick bite at the Roadrunner Café.
We just missed closing time… last century. This was East Amboy. The real life is in the main square of Amboy itself.
After that, a whole lot more of the dry side of Route 66.
I’m not sure what a Mugwump is.
We made it as far as Barstow and thought we would stop for the night. This place had the nickname “Hotel California”. Something about their checkout policy. A beautiful place with no one around.
We checked in and went to our room. We tried to go to our room. Yes, it was room 316.
Tomorrow, we head for Los Angles, and the end of our road in Santa Monica. The California roads must be much better, they have all the new technology to make the driving easier and the right way clearer.