There have been times in the last few days when we could not remember what state we were in. I guess vacation mode has finally set in here on the road.
We have a mascot, our little Best Western rubber ducky, picked up from the hotel in Chicago. She rides on the dash board with a Route 66 patch stuck to her back. We bring her in places with us and ask the people we meet to hold her for pictures. Great conversation starter and sometimes a stopper.
Yesterday we only traveled 300 miles in nine hours but we have remained true for the most part to Route 66. The road is not well labeled in sections because in most places so far it no longer exists except as road bed for other highways. Sometimes we will be riding along thinking we've lost the road and then in the middle of no where a brown and white sign appears. We all cheer that the road once again found us. Or as we like to think of it - our duck took us there.
Today we are up early to begin driving before noon for the first time. We have a destination in mind today and we have 350 miles to go. We will probably stick to Interstate for great amounts of time, except in Kansas that boasts 13 miles of the Mother Road that is well preserved. We must find a small strip of land near El Reno, OK by this afternoon. Joy's father was born there in 1923 and tonight we send his ashes up in a bottle rocket in celebration of his life and the Fourth of July.
On the road with a mission in mind,
Pat
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You go girls. What courage to keep a happy blog when you have your purse and laptop stolen. I commend you. Have a wonderful time.
Tom
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