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Off We Go
Day One: This car and I are the same age. It has 53,900 original miles on it. I think I have more miles on me than she has!
December 15, 2018
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I’m awake and chasing down a cup of coffee somewhere in Idaho, based on the box of free potatoes in the lobby of the Amber Inn Motel.
My mind floats back to yesterday and how easy the drive was. Easy is good sometimes, like when flying or visiting the dentist. I want some adventure, it makes a good story, but I want to get to Phoenix more, to see my boys. Maybe I’ll get a flat tire on Route 66 or bust a radiator hose in Canadian, TX.
It could have been tough, I was lucky on the weather in the mountains. There was one point up high on Dead Man’s Pass, where I exited to take find a scenic view to shoot, and at the bottom of the ramp was ICE. The whole road was covered with ice and there was no in ramp. I had to take that icy, winding road slowly through come remote country to take the NEXT on ramp back on the highway.
The only other challenge was when restarting the Rambler once, she was flooded. I flashed back to the old days and remembered to push the petal all the way to the floor to clear it out. Rrrrrr rrrrrrr rrrrrr ... purrrrrr .... she started right up.
So I’m hoping for no adventure today as I turn south toward Las Vegas, and off the interstate. I’ll take 93 pretty much all the way into Phoenix (I think).
More photos to come...
I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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Day One: This car and I are the same age. It has 53,900 original miles on it. I think I have more miles on me than she has!
I saw it from the interstate, the old, neglected, neon, motel sign sitting along old Route 66. I had to exit and go back. The old motel was as neglected as the sign. This place hasn’t had a patron in ages...
As I was cruising through rural Missouri, from Appleton City to Golden City, with Cooky's Cafe on my mind, I saw a building off the road and wanted a photo. I liked the way the shadows were hitting the porch and loved it's pristine condition.
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