Saturday, May 29, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Chicago and Los Angeles were the anchor points, with eight states managing to claim some fame.
but the roadway continues to live on in bits and pieces. Many places that served travelers during its heyday still remain.
My wife and I had occasion to travel on a section of the roadway. Interstate 40 out west often parallels the original. At Tucumcari, NM there is a sculpture outside of the local convention center. The work was commissioned in 1997 and created by Tom Coffin. Travel north took us away from the road at that time but we reconnected a week later.
Our journey took us through Seligman and then eventually to Kingman where we then headed north to Las Vegas. The short journey and stop in Williams and Seligman helped to fill our need.
At least we can say we traveled on one of the longer stretches of the roadway that still remains. For the extreme Route 66 buff, the best way to enjoy the trip is to gather a lot of information and make definite plans to see a wide variety of items tied to the road.
There are numerous historical spots duly noted. Because we didn't do our due diligence, we missed seeing the site of the historic Blue Swallow Motel located in Tucumcari.
Next post: Sunday, May 30
Saturday, May 15, 2010
But the movie is also a time machine that reminds me too much of how fast life can really fly by.
But that was then.
During the past year my wife and I planned a trip to Savannah, Ga. We had read the book and seen the movie "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil," so we were primed.
We also visited the Mercer Williams House Museum at 429 Bull Street. No one in Johnny's family ever inhabited the structure. His great-grandfather Gen. Hugh W. Mercer contracted with architect John S. Norris to design the house.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
My wife Linda knows I like adventure, to an extent, and going off the beaten path.
On a trip out West, the opportunity arose to take a highway that, on the map, always seemed rather interesting and it met my criteria.
That road is what Nevada Department of Transportation officials term "The Loneliest Road in America" --- U.S. Highway 50.
I read they adopted the name for the highway following an article in Life magazine in 1986. Time tagged the road with such a moniker because of the desolate landscape through which the road traversed.
Highway 50 may be the loneliest road but one does not have to be lonely. If so, it is just for a short period of time.
We did not travel on the entire section of the road in Nevada. We arrived in the "Silver State" on Interstate 80 having visited California. A night in Reno and then it was eastward bound, taking Alternate 50 that ran into the official road.
From the California border to Utah, the former pony express trail covers some 400 miles, with elevations of up to 7,000 feet, climbing through numerous mountain passes.
Interesting tidbits include:
-- The "Shoe Tree" located near Middlegate where a cottonwood tree is host to hundreds of pairs of shoes;
-- A burro ( my wife thinks it was one) that quickly spit out the carrot we offered as a snack;
-- Hickison Petroglyphs Recreation Area and Interpretive Site;
-- Eureka, Nev, which bills itself as "The "Friendliest Town" on "The Loneliest Road in America:"
-- Cave Creek campground where we spent the night;
-- The city of Ely;
-- And the Great Basin National Park.
Another interesting sidebar on the way to the Great Basin park was a roadside area sponsored by the Eastern Nevada Landscape Coalition. Adjacent to it was an old rusted jalopy in which someone had managed to position behind the steering wheel, the bleached bones of an animal.
Our trip across Nevada, from Reno to the campground, encompassed a good day. Then it was on to Great Basin and Utah.
"The Loneliest Road" -- a challenge met and conquered.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
We hadn't had beignets, Cafe du Monde style, in a long time.
Our five and a half hour trip to New Orleans gave us our normal taste of the "Big Easy."
We had the beignets -- cafe au lait for me, and chocolate milk for Linda.
Then it was a walk around Jackson Square taking in a little bit of people watching, checking out the artists and listening to and watching street entertainers.
We wrapped up our stay with a roast beef po-boy and French fries at Cafe Pontalba on the northwest corner of the square.
Sometimes we head over to Magazine Street and browze some shops and then go to the Whole Foods store. And sometimes we take the Algiers ferry.
The first of May was on the cusp of the summer season with the skies heating up.
Two hours in the city and we were gone. The trip over was all on Interstate 10. Our return trip covered a portion of Old U.S. 90 from New Orleans to Pearlington, MS.
This was a short trip. But it did provide what we needed.