Day 1 of Mother Road Meanderings
May 15, 2014
Jun 16, 2014
In The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck wrote,
"Highway 66 is the main migrant road
. 66 — the long concrete path across the country, waving gently up and down on the map, from Mississippi to Bakersfield — over the red lands and the grey lands, twisting up into the mountains, crossing the Divide and down into the bright and terrible desert to the mountains again, and into the rich California valleys. 66 is the path of a people in flight, refugees from dust and shrinking land, from the thunder of tractors and shrinking ownership, from the desert’s slow northward invasion, from the twisting winds that howl up out of Texas, from the floods that bring no richness to the land and steal what little richness is there. From all of these the people are in flight, and they come into 66 from the tributary side roads, from the wagon tracks and the rutted country roads. 66 is the mother road, the road of flight."
See you on the other side, off we go.
I could say we thought of this all by ourselves, but basically, it is all Simon Mayo's fault. There we were, in the kitchen, on a typical Friday evening making tea (we call it tea being Midlanders) and Simon, in his usual enthusiastic, cheerful mood was interviewing someone who had called in on All Request Friday to tell him he and his wife and friends were just off to drive Route 66. We looked at each other and just said, well that sounds interesting and so the seed of an idea began. The trip has taken 8 months to plan, we have mapped out our route, booked flights, motels, hotels, apartments and even a wigwam, a show, an odd tour here and there and almost ready to go. The dog is booked on her holidays with a very dear friend for a whole month, aged rent is cared for and telephone numbers left and dort in Oz is settled and ready to Skype her parents in yet another time zone. It is time to turn off the hot water, draw the curtains, lock the windows, cancel the milk and mull over, yet again, the contents of the cases as "surely we can buy what we have forgotten?" and "do I really need 5 pairs of shoes?"