The End of the Road

…or… The Beginning Of The Next One.

At the edge of the sprawling, multi-county mass of people known to the world as “Los Angeles”, we paused for the night.  We wanted one night’s sanity in a regular hotel before jumping into our last day on Route 66.  We found this place.  An icon on the Mother Road, it is as neat, clean and tidy as the day it first opened.

Wig Wam

It has a series of wigwam rooms in a park like setting.


Maybe the original dwellers of this type of housing didn’t have a paved over prairie for their homes, but I’m sure they looked the same inside.


Luxury TeePee

Tired and hungry we stepped back in time for a meal at a new place on the block.  They were celebrating their millionth burger sold.

Mickey D

Can’t beat the price and this guy inside made us feel welcome.

Shake Dude

            This is the original McDonalds site in San Bernardino; now turned into a museum, but not selling any food.

We enjoyed the company, but couldn’t find any of those 15¢ hamburgers.  We stopped here but the place was too crowded inside.

Big O

This place looked magical, but I think the roofers hit the hookah a few too many times.

Majik Lamp

We settled for this hotel tavern with the outdoor seating firmly implanted in the wall.

Azzztec Hotel


We shopped after eating the fine food.


At last we made it to Hollywood.

Little Holly

Close up, its HOLLYWOOD!!

Big Holly


With all the sites to see, but little time, we had to find the highest priority:  film studios, houses of the stars, Grauman’s Theater?  What would we pick?

We only had time for one stop so we paused at the cemetery to pay homage to the late and great Johnny Ramone.

Yo Joey

We wiped away our tears with a dirty black bandana and headed back to Route 66.

Yo Will

And finally, the End of THE Road.  A fine hotel, and the Santa Monica Pier.

Georgian Deco

SM Pier

We started with this sign in Chicago…

End sign

…and we ended with this one in Santa Monica.

Other End

We may have picked up someone at that McDonalds back there.


            Bubba has finally completed his Route 66 trip, but he has picked up the travel bug and there is no stopping him now.

            Well, maybe a certain laziness in posting may delay him.

Big Texas Stuff, the Midpoint, and New Mexico

            At the end of the last post Bubba parked the car with others belonging to people who drive like him.  When we started out in the morning, he backed into one of the legs of the water tower.  We decided that it was time to get out of town.

            Passing through Amarillo Texas, we were told we had to visit a Big Texan.  “A big Texan what?”  I asked.  We found a Big Texan Boot.

            We found a Big Texan Cow.  You could get a free Big Texan Steak if you wanted to fight the cow for it.

            This guy claimed to be The Big Texan but the lace cuffs on his pants made me suspicious.  He claimed they were painted on boots and that made things sooo much better.

            Finally, finally we found the real Big Texan.  He treated us to a 72 oz. steak from The Big Cow.

            Just outside of town we found this interesting natural rock formation in an empty field.

            As we got closer we saw that it was some more of that Big Texan Parking.  This time it was with Cadillacs.  They have a vehicle placement problem here.

            I don’t know who did the tagging.  There was a security camera nearby; maybe they got a photo of whoever did the spray painting.

     We briefly considered stopping here for the night.  We found a fabulous hotel.  It had 50 rooms but only 40 were fabulous enough.

            Instead we continued on to the town of Adrian, our last Texas stop and the midpoint on our journey.  As you can see, the whole town turned out for our arrival.

     I had a decision to make.  I really wanted to see my mystery friend, Millie.  Was she ahead of me?  Was she behind?  Which way to go?  I made a decision…this way.

Maybe I should have gone the other way. 

            We crossed into New Mexico and stopped at a place to do a little shopping for luxury items to bring back to our friends.

            It was time to stop and settle in.  We had a choice.  This first place we looked at advertised “Squeaky Clean Rooms”.  Instead of a pool, they had a sand box to play in.

            The name may have been a little misleading since, in my mind, a safari conjures up visions of a lush jungle.  I had not seen a whole lot of foliage around here, lush or not.  This place looked a little more inviting.  It had Refrigerated air.  Not just some of it, but 100% of it.

            In one of the highlights of our trip we were able to see the Tucumcari Museum whose grounds had, the sign claimed, rocks and plants.  It was actually a very nice slice of life from a small desert town.

            We have been told that the road “has issues” ahead.  We will leave that for next time.

On The Mother Road

            Bubba fears being taken to Missouri and dropped off.  He has caused us some grief in our time together, but he has also been a fairly quiet companion. 

            As we pulled into our hotel for the night I felt a sense of déjà vu.  I’ve been here before.  This was, yes, Broken Arrow, Oklahoma.  We were going back on Route 66!!  Which direction are we going this time?  I wasn’t too thrilled with some of the people we met last year when we drove from Chicago to Broken Arrow.  Everyone seemed BIG.


Why even sipping on a straw proved to be a challenge.

The cuisine was…well…shall we call it varied?

I guess as long as I stay in the car, I will be alright.

            We won’t be heading back to Chicago.  This time we will be heading west toward California.  We will hunt out the remaining bits of Route 66 and take a shot at driving as much of the old road as possible.