Got our Kicks on Route 66
Trip Start Apr 10, 2008
31Trip End May 31, 2008
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Passing through on Route 66
I’ve Been Through the Desert…
Tuesday, April 15th, 2008
Head West Young Man
It was early morning when we got up and prepared to leave the Grand Canyon Camper Village. We had talked it over and decided that we would try to make it all the way to Palm Springs and have as many days there as we could. We made our way back south to our Route 66 and headed west toward California.
Of course there were a lot of exits along the way that we could not pass up. We stopped into various towns along the way and visited several Route 66 ‘places of interest’. One of these stops was a small diner in Kingman, AZ named Mr. D’s (no relation to the Captain or Mr. Drummond on that old TV show). It was a renovated diner with the old malt shop feel to it.
We arrived just before lunch…and just after a tour bus of 30 ‘elders’ had arrived.Now, I am not saying anything bad about tour buses, or elders, or crowded diners – but the combination of these might draw a few words. The waitresses seemed about as surprised as I was that this entourage had just arrived.
It was too bad that the diner did not take reservations because I had a few. We were quickly seated and then quickly ignored. Finally, an apologetic waitress came to our rescue and took our drink orders. As she went back to the kitchen, another apologetic waitress came by to
take our drink order…then a third…and even a fourth!
We ordered a strawberry shake and a water. These were brought about twenty minutes later.In the end, it all turned out well and I was quite impressed with how our waitress actually handled the whole thing. The food was not as great as it was pumped up to be, but hey, this was a “roadside diner”.
We left Kingman and were soon off route again. It is hard to keep up with the GPS when it can’t keep up with you!
We eventually took a stretch of 66 that took us through some quite mountainous terrain complete with one lane passes, switchbacks, and steep grades. A bit scary with two tons behind me, but we made it. We finally reached the sprawling metropolis of Oatman, AZ where we kept going.
A few miles outside of Oatman, there were about a dozen burros staggard all over the two lane highway. They were positioned in such a way that it made it hard to pass through them. They just stood there and stared at the cars as if to say, “Yes, we are asses. What are you going to do about it?”
About an hour later, we crossed the very southern tip of Nevada and crossed into California.
We soon came upon the vehicle inspection checkpoint. It is here that an inspector assures that you are not bringing anything in to California that is not allowed such as geological, chemical, or biological items such as fruit. I surmise that the reason that they do not want fruits brought into California is because several live there already…but I digress. (Hey, everyone who knows me knows I am kidding – because I can!)
We kept heading west on 66 in a southern direction and finally came to a small town that actually had a gas pump! This was good because Elizabeth had let me let the tank get concerningly low again. I am not sure how I am supposed to get us around the country if she insists on letting me forget to get gas! I had to pay 4.30 a gallon! WoW! That is the most I have ever paid for a gallon of gas and I have to say it made my ass hurt just thinking about it!
About dusk, we reached Northern Palm Springs. THe wind was very gusty and high. It blew the trailer everywhere but where I wanted it to be, but once again, we made it through. We finally settled into our RV camp about 9:00 pm and called it a day.Thought for the day:
When the gas gauge is low – the gas gouge is high.