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“When you’re traveling, you are who you are every moment.
People do not have your past to hold against you. There are
no yesterdays on the road.--William Least-Heat Moon.
When I was 19, or there about,
there was this TV series
called ROUTE 66;
all about two young men in a
Corvette Sting Ray having
adventures up & down
the historic interstate.
I just couldn’t wait for that magical
time that it would be me on
incredible road trips; stretched
out in tire-screeching cacophony
from the City of Angels
to the Windy City:
In Barstow, CA., I passed by
old highway 395 that snakes
north up along the Sierras,
where in 1983, I had a bona fide
UFO encounter at 3am between
Red Mountain & China Lake,
in the triangle between Edwards AFB,
Area 51 & Death Valley.
Outside Flagstaff, AZ, north of
Sonoma & west of Monument
Valley, I visited ancient native cliff
dwellings in Chestnut Canyon.
My wife had the energy to climb
up & down the steep ladders, while
I sat in the shade using binoculars.
In Gallop, NM, we discovered
this family-run Tex-Mex diner
that served good cheer, & the
best chicken fried steak in the
state, as well as deep fried
sopapellos slathered in honey
& whip cream. We stop by every
summer to treat the taste buds.
Route 66 is not
a continuous highway
any more--but who minds?
posted over at dVerse Poets Pub "Poetics"