Driving westward, into the future, from starting in Burlington, VT in late December 2009, and ending in Berkeley, CA about 10 days later.

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13 Jan 10

Route 66

A little more on our Day 9 travels from Mary.

Route 66 (in Arizona, at least) has mostly been replaced by I-40 and exists today almost as a frontage road for the interstate. Many of the businesses that used to rely on cross country travelers have survived clustered around the freeway exits. Williams, where we ate dinner on Day 8 and stayed overnight, has made its center a little tourist town for travelers like us who pass through en route to the Grand Canyon. The loop of Rte 66 that we took from Seligman to Kingsman arcs up away from I-40 and toward the western rim of the Grand Canyon and the Hualuapi Indian Reservation.

Route 66 was a little longer than the section of I-40 we bypassed (about 10 miles) but according to our GPS it only added about 15 minutes to our trip. The speed limit is 55-65 mph for most of this leg of the historic highway and the towns passed through are pretty tiny. There were no traffic delays and we barely even had to slow down for town centers. It was quiet scenic, in the nothing-to-see way we’d become accustomed to since leaving San Antonio. Unlike a lot of that time, however, there were real signs of life - houses, schools, a woman getting her mail. By Kingman there were full factories and other depressing signs of industrialization. (Kingman was kind of awful, really.) There were a lot of signs of abandonment as well - foundations burned to the groud, boarded windows, former restaurants.

For me, the highlight of this road was seeing the legendary Burma Shave ads her grandfather used to tell her about. We passed at least four sets (and had time to read at least one posted for eastbound traffic), mostly near Seligman, and we’ll post the poems later.

Doing a spell check right now (Hualuapi is right, it just doesn’t look right), I came across some beautiful pictures taken by motorcycle of the section of Route 66 we took. My pictures just can’t compare, so I’m not posting them just yet. When I finally get caught up with Flickr (which may be soon, co-workers are suggesting my team all do short vacation presentations) I’ll point out Route 66.

Arizona Burma Shave Route 66 day 9

9 Jan 10

Day 9 (01.06.10)

After a chilly night in a poorly heated motel room, We started our morning by running across the street to the American Flyer Coffee Co. where Kristen had her first real cappuccino since leaving New Jersey. After clearing the ice (!) from the windshield, we took a shortcut on I-40 over to Historic Route 66 which we took from Ash Fork to Kingman.

From Kingman, an industrious but ultimately depressing diesel-gray town, we took US 93 north through Arizona toward Neveda. Kristen describes this section of highway as “there used to be mining here.” We passed two or three historical markers which seem to be Arizona’s gravestone for ghost towns. We headed toward mountains in a typical Western straight line (an odd concept to us New Englanders) and wound our way through the hills and curves. When we came to a sign for Willow Beach it seemed like a nice time for a break so we drove down a valley and were treated to a view of Black Canyon and the perfectly clear waters of the post-Grand Canyon, post-Hoover Dam Colorado River.

After that, it was back up the road and river to US 93 and the Hoover Dam! I’ll be damned if it wasn’t a damned fine dam. We ate lunch overlooking Lake Mead and admired the bridge being built to relieve the increased Las Vegas-Phoenix traffic on the bridge, the Mike O’Callaghan – Pat Tillman Memorial Bridge.

After a brief souvenir stop, it was time for Vegas, baby! Smog-covered, trafficky, touristy Vegas. We parked for free at the Bellagio and took in the fountain show.

From there we walked down The Strip to the MGM Grand where we ate dinner at Wolfgang Puck’s Bar and Grill (we had hoped for ‘wichcraft, but it closed 10 minutes before we arrived, curses). We had a chance to enjoy the full neon of Las Vegas as we headed back to the car and then out of town so we could arrive at Death Valley Junction (or as Garmina knows it, Highway 190 & Highway 127) and our hotel by our 9 PM check-in.

no, let me sum up Arizona Nevada California no Route 66