Photo Map of US Historic Route 66
Here is the map of US Historic Route 66, from Chicago, Illinois, to Santa Monica, California, with photos on it, placed exactly where they were taken.
Here is the map of US Historic Route 66, from Chicago, Illinois, to Santa Monica, California, with photos on it, placed exactly where they were taken.
It was a Big Truck Ride, a Road Trip from Albuquerque to Flagstaff. That how it happened.
Historical Route 66 is tricky. This time the dead end of it brought me to the Bent Tree Inn old hotel converted into a community.
It started raining and did not stop for a whole week. All news were about flood in Missouri, I was listening ithem from the Old Bus Stop Coffee Shop and Gallery in … Missouri.
I was facing stormy wind and exhausted from cycling against it in the heat in the middle of nowhere. The first building was a small winery and it was open. For Karen’s birthday Party. So I really became one brought with the wind.
Once I lost the way and find myself at the the dead end of Route 66 far from anything but close to industrial workshops, the have rain started.
Staying in the same junction, I didn’t notice the largest Wagon in the world and missed it. The next day I was back, being curious how it could happen.
I was in a big risk of flying back to Chicago for free with stormy wind when someone take me with my bike to Pontiac straight to the Old Log Cabin Restaurant.
Looks like I’m setting a speed record on Route 66. My ride will be the ever slowest. There are so many attractions along the way so I stop everywhere.
I’m hitting Route 66, named American Main Street or American Mother Road. How else they call it, it’s a road which my parents should be hitting before I was born, if they … weren’t Russians (so I am)
I should being pedalling now from Chicago to Santa Monica by Bicycle Route 66 but instead was hitchhiking from Nashville to Mountain City, Tennessee.
On the 1st of April 2015 I flew to Chicago for cycling Bicycle Route 66 to the West and TransAmerican Trail to the East and joined cyclists’ hospitality network.
Three of us – Iva – my friend from volunteering, bear Bear – my trophy from tennis tournament, and me, took trip to Oslo.
They met me at the Lillehammer railway station at night and drove to the place – a small village in the mountains behind the boom. A few summer barns and one hotel – that’s Hornsjo, a small alpine village above Lillehammer in Norway.
There was the big event the week I was back to Rovaniemi – the Arctic Rally. I was a automotive journalist a while ago in Moscow and can’t just pass their media centre in the Pohjanhovi hotel without saying “hello”.
I was dreaming about this since my childhood, how I would stay at the very end of the land, facing the North Pole. For some reason I don’t want to stay in the North Pole itself, and minus 50 is not the reason.
8 times right hand is leading, 8 times left, 8 times push, 8 times pull… Was I the first ever person using spade and snow for exercising instead of gym?
The Arctic Circle crosses Finland in the city of Rovaniemi. More particularly – in Santa Claus Village. Snowdrifts and Christmas decoration guaranteed. As well as a whole day darkness.
… Solution came as a shared link in Facebook about global volunteering, when you do something somewhere in return of accommodation and food.
Diner for hikers in the Church in Duncannon, lunch in McDonald’s Walnutport out of the trail, trying to hitchhike back but stopped by a policeman because it was prohibited in Pennsylvania.
Pretty Harpers Ferry, the trip to Washington with Laurie, back to the woods, and very special trail magic from Laurie and Co
Shenandoah National Park. Stunning views, meeting with bears, storm at night, a ride from German tourists to the motel, then back to the trail.
Cool hostel with organic food (what was its name?), meteorite shower at Four Pines hostel, chicken buffet, famous McAfee Knob, sealing tent, laundering at Troutville Fire Station.
Woohoo, Damascus Trail Days! It was something like … I have nothing to compare with. Hiking Woodstock? Hiking Burning Man? Time will tell.
Disappointed with my new backpack, exhausted after a night in a shelter – no compromising, never again! – ended up in Appalachian Folk School without any ability to walk a single mile.
After Hot Springs I moved on totally by myself, learned how to tent in the woods fare away from others, and how to hang food. It was time to get serious.
A lot of food from Tennessee club, bold hills, very noisy (bad noise, not fun) hikers hostel in Hot Springs, that helped me to make a choice: you need to stop hanging with crowds too much otherwise you would never see Katahdin.