Apr 28, 2012
Where I stayed
Campbell Cove RV Resort
. We returned to I-40 near Essex and continued east to the AZ border. Both U.S. 66 and I-40 were built along a route similar to a main east – west railroad line, and this was proven today as we saw what seemed like a train every 10 minutes moving east to west. One train was so long that it needed 7 engines pulling and 2 engines pushing. At 4:15 we crossed the Colorado River and into Arizona. Continuing east on I-40 we left the highway at Exit 9 onto AZ Rt 95 south, to Lake Havasu City; where we checked into Campbell Cove RV Resort at 5:15 for two nights. We were told of a local restaurant that served gluten free pizza, so off we went. After ordering, the owner came over and apologized for not having the gluten free dough to make the pizza, in an effort to make us happy he made me a meat lover's salad, this was the largest salad with more meat of different kind than I have ever had, it was wonderful. He also promised to make me a special gluten free pizza tomorrow night if we choose to return.
Sunday night & early Monday morning was very noisy and proved difficult sleeping, truck noise form the highway and frequent train whistles from the other side of the campground, it was not our best night. In an effort to beat the morning heat we left the campground at 8:00 AM, which had a second benefit as we were able to travel further than we initially planned. We traveled south on CA Rt 99, to CA Rt 58 E; east of Bakersfield the farmland turned into rolling hills and eventually a long climb into the mountains and eventually into the Mojave Desert. In Barstow CA we took I-15 North to I-40 East; at the beginning of I-40 there was a sign indicating that it was 2,554 miles to Wilmington NC, and because of Andy living near Wilmington this sign had personal significance to us. In Ludlow CA we left I-40 to travel on "Historic U.S. Rt 66" east; this was a two lane highway that at one time was the main east – west route for car and truck travel before the interstate system. We passed through several small towns along Rt 66 that were once thriving towns but were now virtually ghost towns, with little or no businesses operating