30 hours (drive time alone) to and from Houston meant not much time to do much more than gas up and get a little food here and there, certainly very little sight-seeing could be done if we didn't want to spend and extra day coming and going.
There were oh, so many places we wanted to stop and explore. With heavy heart, I watched as we sped by reminders of the past, shattered neon hotel signs, road-side attractions long gone, unincorporated towns almost forgotten.
The Honey did most of the driving while I sat sipping bad gas station coffee, camera ready. A few of the places we must check out someday are Albuquerque and Lincoln, New Mexico as well as San Antonio and The Hill Country of Texas.
America is full of blighted towns and cities where windows are borded or empty, victims of the last many years of economic struggle. But, along Hwy 40, what remains of the historic Route 66, the struggle began long before. When the motels and gas stations, curiosity shops and sights once visited by many were circumvented by the new highway. Now they are just sad reminders, ruins, glimpsed from a distance, going 75mph.
It is hard not to get nostalgic for the "simpler times" when life wasn't moving so fast, when kids weren't being entertained by movies in the backseat of the car, when signs seen for 100 miles advertising Petrified Forests and Indian Mummies sparked the imagination and promised the ultimate excitement.
There were oh, so many places we wanted to stop and explore. With heavy heart, I watched as we sped by reminders of the past, shattered neon hotel signs, road-side attractions long gone, unincorporated towns almost forgotten.
The Honey did most of the driving while I sat sipping bad gas station coffee, camera ready. A few of the places we must check out someday are Albuquerque and Lincoln, New Mexico as well as San Antonio and The Hill Country of Texas.
America is full of blighted towns and cities where windows are borded or empty, victims of the last many years of economic struggle. But, along Hwy 40, what remains of the historic Route 66, the struggle began long before. When the motels and gas stations, curiosity shops and sights once visited by many were circumvented by the new highway. Now they are just sad reminders, ruins, glimpsed from a distance, going 75mph.
It is hard not to get nostalgic for the "simpler times" when life wasn't moving so fast, when kids weren't being entertained by movies in the backseat of the car, when signs seen for 100 miles advertising Petrified Forests and Indian Mummies sparked the imagination and promised the ultimate excitement.
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