I finally made it to Route 66! Can anyone guess which motel I’m staying in tonight?
I asked Sarah Hancock, the lady checking me in “how many guests are staying here tonight?”
“Counting you?” she replied then a long pause... “Two.”
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It appears there’s a “coffee crisis” at the Wigwam Motel. They offer none. So I’ll have to walk the two blocks to Tina Bop’s Coffeteria (I just threw a dart at the name of the place. Sarah Hancock told me, but I wasn’t really listening).
So instead of sleeping, which is what I really want to do right now, I’m perusing Holbrook City Laws to see if there is an ordinance against walking the morning streets in pajamas and slippers to get coffee.
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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There’s a lot more to bobsledding, I’ve learned, than the push, getting in quickly on an icy surface, holding on for dear life, and screaming at the top of your lungs while racing, as quickly as possible, to the finish line…and stopping.
Day One: I drove 400+ miles today from Richland to ... somewhere ... I honestly don’t know where I am, other than I’m in a motel by the highway just shy of Twin Falls, ID.
As we pull into the lot in front of the big sign, I realize just how right Kurtis was...this is fantastic!
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