Back on Route 66

          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.

Clines Corners

            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.

Big Chief

            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.

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.

Axe Chef

            The fusion cuisine did not agree with my acrylic insides.  I now understood why someone would need a large, mobile muffler.

Muffler too big

            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.

Desert Mountain

          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.

Nothing here

Still nothing

          The only animal we came across was this owl.  He looked like maybe he had been sitting there for quite a long time.

Owl-ish Rock

                      The signs did not present us with positive prospects.

Dead End

            We found some sign of human habitation.  What does a field of crosses mean? 

Field of Lost Dreams

          We passed through the thriving metropolis of Budville. 

Budville Dude

            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.

Desert Sunset

            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.

Southwest Motel

 

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Tucson Arizona

Going East To Go West

            While sitting at the railroad station in Jamestown, waiting for a train that wasn’t coming, I thought I would see if there might be one I could borrow.  I found these two engines just sitting around waiting for someone to take them out for a spin.

            They looked a little too big for me, so I rounded up this instead.  I think I may be able to take on a few passengers and make a buck or two.

            I pulled it out of the barn but the people here make the tracks end in a big pit. 

            Time to exit the pit and git out of town.

            I like this old west thing so I thought I would look for someplace western for my escape.

I came across these four guys.  I didn’t have a gun but maybe the big knife would work.

            Off to the nearest airport and I found out that the Tombstone International Airport had to close.  Something about the name made people reluctant to fly there.  I booked a flight to Tucson instead.

This nice guy helped me find my gate.  Gate 13, sounds like it will be a lucky trip.

            When I arrived, this tall fellow was waving at me.  I “moseyed” on over and he introduced me to his friends.

                                                                              I met a cactus.

                                                                        I met a cactus.

                                                                       I met a cactus.

                                                                   I met a cactus…Ouch!

                                                                     I met a… SNAKE!!

            Rocks, sand, cactus, snakes, and scorpions.  I’m outta here!

            Bubba didn’t give Tucson much of a chance.  I’m sure there were some sights to see and maybe…someday…I can get him to return.  I think he will probably stay in the Southwest and rejoin his Route 66 journey.

Sun and Celebrities in Palm Springs

     Bubba packed his suitcase and hit the road.  After the coast, he opted for someplace warmer.  He chose…Palm Springs.  Palm Springs is a nice, sunny location for people to visit during the cold winter months.  September?…well it is in the desert and that is still summer. 

        I heard Palm Springs is a playground of movie stars and famous peopleI bought a camera so I may catch a few of the notables in their wild habitat.

    Right away at the airport, I found some celebrities.  I whipped out my camera and got the shot like an experienced paparazzi.   Coming off the plane was whats-her-name, the actress.

     Those are her legs at least.  Maybe I need some more practice.  But then I saw the whole cast of that new HBO series.

     I think I’ll put the camera away until I’ve learned to use it.  I checked into the hotel and Robert took my suitcase up to my room.

     I unpacked and went out by the pool.  Maybe there will be more movie stars.

     As you may know, I am an Olympic class swimmer and diver.  I went straight to the deep end and dove in. 

     I guess it is all deep end to me.  I had a little trouble with the chlorine in the pool and couldn’t see too well.  I ended up going too deep.  I was rescued and loaned a pair of goggles by these ladies (I think they are the cast of Charlie’s Angels).

     Maybe I should take a pass on swimming and sun myself instead.  I pulled up a deck chair and relaxed.

     We warned Bubba about the hot desert sun.  It can be dangerous to fall asleep by the pool.  We suggested sunscreen but Bubba says all that stuff about too much sun is just made up, and there are scientists who agree.  I think he learned the truth.

     I got a little over heated.  Plastic doesn’t tan well.  In a panic, I saw a fan in the distance and ran outside to cool off. 

     I cooled off alright, but now I was lost. 

                                                                                   LOST IN THE DESERT!!!