Feb 07, 2007
. The waitress doesn't even put the leftovers into the 'take out box' for you, but simply dumps the box on the table for you to do it yourself. We end up in a very cool dark grungy bar decorated with witches and skulls (although Halloween is over) for a couple of drinks before settling in for a night of freight train blasts. How do people sleep in this town?!
There's a very good Route 66 museum in town, so we head there the next morning for a look around. It documents the history of Route 66 from the original and very treacherous wagon trail to the present day preservation of the towns along the route. We're quite taken with their souvenir shop (for people that don't usually buy souvenirs anyway), and buy up big on the Route 66 merchandise. On the way out of town Tim spots another classic car yard. Most of the cars are rusting into oblivion and the owner of the place is a bit scary, but he has some great cars dotted around the yard.
Onwards, we head away from the mighty canyon and toward the might road - Route 66. We're soon in quirky Williams where we pick up the Mother Road. The town is full of little diners, gas stations and a curious combined gun and liquor store. Further on we stop off in the atmospheric little town of Seligman, which is hanging on to its 50's roots. We hit a long and straight stretch of Route 66 which takes us through some little one horse towns, including Peach Springs and Hackberry. Finally we reach Kingman. It doesn't look too promising at first, with the usual chain stores on the outer road. However, the old part of the town, hard up against the railway line has lots of character, including the hotel which was built in the early 1900's and has obviously seen some wild times. Apparently a daily quota of 80 big, long and incredibly vociferous freight trains run through the town at all hours. We're not surprised to find complimentary ear plugs on the bedside table of the hotel. We have dinner at the local busy Mexican restaurant and Tim indulges in an approximately 5kg burrito called 'The Godfather' and are sodas are served in what can only be described as buckets