Tucumcari

We say the name of this town just because it is fun to say. Tonight we are staying at the Blue Swallow Motel in Tucumcari. I sit in a yellow metal chair outside of our room as the traffic on Route 66 tears by. The rooms are quaint and the beds are covered with quilts. The phone is from 1936. Later we plan on going down the road to the Pow Wow, the only bar in town and it serves food.

We find ourselves slowing down and letting road take us where it will. Whenever we think we have lost the Mother Road, the brown and white sign proclaiming, Historic Route 66, appears and all is right with our world.

Last night we camped in Purdy, Oklahoma, on Frank Walton's property and set off fireworks and celebrated Frank's life. Joy loved being there and seeing the place where her father had been born in 1923. She found the spring where he got his water and the road where he walked to school.

We have seen so much that I find we see the odd as normal now and often times don't even reach for the camera. Today we had one of those moments when we passed by the Leaning Tower of Texas, a tilted water tower on the side of the road.

More later as we head into the west and the desert.