Traveling is about seeing new places, pointing a camera at strange objects and photographing scenes that turn out to be too far awayTraveling is about getting away and buying things you willl never use and stuff that means nothing to any body else but you and you wonder why! But it expands your knowledge of people and places putting things into perspective. The songs you hear somehow mean more. The images you see in magazines and TV jump out at you.
I think it makes life exciting and adds spice. Do you agree?
And so it was for Pam and I when we stumbled quite accidentally on the idea of going on an American road trip, just cross that great continent on old Route 66.
It goes from Chicago to Santa Monica in California.
Traverses 8 states, rivers, plains, mountains, canyons, deserts. Crossing Indian reservations National forests, Tribal Parks and wheat fields before it ends a distance of 2448 miles.
You may ask why not take the 2 lane fast expressways with no lights, no towns, you can have fast food on all exits, hotels/motels with hot coffee, air conditioning, cable TV and take one with you now sir. After the first few hours it becomes ordinary rather like the test pattern on your old TV, Or watching a dull film on free to air.
For us there must be people in the picture. We want to meet and see people in their every day life. We want to see the kids going to school, waiting for the big yellow buses by the side of the road. Then figuring out which school they were going to.
We can count churches and check out the amazing names they call their faith or the places the houses of worship are built.
America is an amazing country with her natural beauty and amazing scenery! With fertile lands full of crops.
Throughout our journey we marveled at the people. They are so proud of their homes, so proud of their children. We had long conversations with truly wonderful people who are hurting with indignation about wars, banks, environmental degradation and the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico.
We travelled from West to East. The traditional way is from East to West through the mighty Jefferson Memorial arch in St Louis Missouri. It makes no difference which way you travel, old Route 66 is a road cut by its big brother freeways. It is littered with stop signs, cross roads, rail crossings sometimes seemingly going the wrong way. It is easy to know when you are on 66 buildings beside the road are out of the 50s.
66 can be running as a frontage road or a lonely road that wonders around in the country but invariably 66 ends up smack in the middle of each town. 66 wound through the towns and the towns needed 66.
The towns are bereft of funds as 66 has left them and the buildings and signs are left as they were.
66 is slow and laborious. It is not unusual to get lost and to have to back track to find 66 again. But given all this 66 is America. Traveling the highway is marvelous.
We loved the challenge of old 66. The people we met were hospitable and honest. Thye were all so interested in our country Australia and our views on their problems.
Pam and I encourage anyone who has romance, sense of adventure, enjoys great scenery and just loves meeting characters to
"If you get hip to this kindly tip, and decide to take that California trip, get your kicks on Route 66".
Oh and the food is bloody good too. I for one am going on a diet exercise regime pronto.
Image 1. Mural Pontiac ILL
Image 2. the Old Road Illinois
Image 3. El Rancho Hotel and Bar Gallup New Mexico (Hollywood hangout in the 40s)
Image 4. Jefferson Memorial Arch Road to the West St Louis Missouri
Image 5. Pam with Chicken Taco shell in New Mexico
Image 6. Cadillac Farm Amarillo Texas
Image 7. Our Convertible Sebring on the road Illinois