Quick report from the road in the form of snapshots and minimal commentary (we'll get wordy when we get back). We changed our plans slightly, opting to fly into LA and follow Route 66 to the Grand Canyon, rather than starting in San Francisco. It meant foregoing the swoop through Sonoma for a wine raid, but we'll make up for that when we hit the Finger Lakes area of New York near the end of our trip.
Starting from LAX, we spent the first few hours of our drive hopping on and off the fragments of old Route 66 wherever we could in an attempt to experience the fading and decaying remnants of the original America's Highway.
We had lunch at the delightfully kitsch Summit Inn, and played with fortune telling "answer machine" which was part of the napkin dispenser. Very like a primitive and purely mechanical version of the Magic Eight Ball, it answered any "yes" or "no" question. Fortified with more calories and grease than any human being should consume, we headed off into the desert.
We had hoped to stay at the legendary Roy's in Amboy, which according to our guidebook was still open, but alas. Roy's closed down to the public several years ago and the rooms were broken open and as dilapidated as the old sign. So we pressed on to Needles for the night. Needles, you might be interested to know is one of the warmest cities in California and it was certainly sizzling when we arrived. Our usual need for wine with dinner shrivelled in the heat, and I don't believe cold Sam Adams has ever tasted so good.
The next day we crossed the Mojave noting these Triffid-like cacti scattered about.
We also noticed this sign. We took a photo, thinking it was interesting, but certainly not expecting to actually see any wild burros.
No more than a quarter of a mile further on we found this lovely little family on the outskirts of Oatman. They may be wild but they were incredibly friendly and unconcerned. As you can see, one of them quite fancied a ride in our car and had to be physically manhandled away from the door!
After this delightful interlude we pressed on to Oatman for a glimpse at the wild west and Clark Gable and Carole Lombard's nuptial chamber. More on that later!