More 'funk' than we knew what to do with
Trip Start Sep 16, 2011
290Trip End Nov 20, 2011
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Then, much to Elwood’s confusion, we headed off in search of a local delicacy, Beer Nuts. We approached the free taste testing with the enthusiasm of travellers on a budget, and were not disappointed. We bought some nuts to have on another day – with less driving time. In my experience, stomachs can be funny things when it comes to excessive beer nuts....
Next stop, McDonalds for a razz in the play area
Back in our chariot, we met our old friend Route 66 for one of the most amazing stretches of road ever. We headed out to Funks Grove to sample the Maple Sirup but they had sold out. So we took photos of the owners car, shop, and house and then hightailed it as the ‘Funk’ family came home.
We popped into the village of ‘Funk’ (no kidding – so, so many gags – where to start?) There was an amazing antiques shop which had so many signage photo opportunities for Noah – he was almost unable to contain his excitement. At this rate, I may have to put down some paper towel.
As the journey continued along the mother road there was something breathtaking around every corner. The village of Atlanta was just amazing, and we lost Noah for sometime taking photos. We had the smiles of crazy people – brilliant. And you can imagine Elwood’s delight when he saw a giant statue of a man eating a giant hot dog. That’s one of the great things about Route 66, you are never far from a giant hot dog.
We went through some more fantastic towns and two 1950’s service station museums. Just amazing. They really captured the spirit of Route 66 and it was easy to imagine families in 50’s bustling up their kids and heading west for the good life
I had been keenly anticipating our next stop. Cozy Dogs. Deep fried and battered hot dogs on a stick. I actually heard angels singing as I ate it. For Elwood, this was also the stuff of dreams. Elwood and I were in heaven and Noah took tonnes and tonnes of photos of memoribilla and tried to block out the smell of sausages in the deep fat fryer.
From this point on, we started our first detour from route 66. And when I say detour, I really mean another epic journey. We are making our way to Greensboro to meet a friend, via Kentucky and Nashville (Hooray for Nashville!!). So we arrived in Collinsville Super 8 just after 8, enjoyed a supper of bagels, and booked a few hotels. Today has just been the stuff of dreams, and we just feel so lucky to be on this journey.