I had an opportunity last weekend to run the route I moved down here for: Route 66. I took it, and made some miles and headed toward Oklahoma.
I headed up out of phoenix, toward the Northeast side of Arizona.
I Hit the state line, and into Gallup New Mexico on the mother road, hitting every side road and original piece of the old road I could.
I made my way though the Texas Panhandle at night. It was awesome. Alice Cooper had a radio show where he played some of his own hits, gave some of his listeners shit and I had me a bit of a moment. The moon seemed full and the the road was straight and welcoming. I was getting tired. I had meant to hit Oklahoma, but I decided to stay in Shamrock Texas instead and decide what to do in the morning.
I’d meant to bust the drone out and get some cool night shots, but it was windy and I didn’t want to pick a thousand dollar drone off a historic Texas Route 66 building in the middle of the night. My better sense prevailed (I don’t have much), and I headed to the Motel about a half mile down the road and hit the sack. I figured I’d double back tomorrow, see the things I’d missed in the dark and enjoy the next 2 days home.
1 day, 3 states 800 miles.