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.
VICTORVILLE — Journalist and bicyclist Lena Faber took a break this week from her long journey across America at the California Route 66 Museum on D Street.
By Priscilla Mace | pmace@nexstar.tv Published 07/02 2015 07:17 PM Updated 07/02 2015 07:17 PM
Updated: Jun 28, 2015, 8:01 PM MST CONNECT
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.
When Colette and Sam drove the bear, bicycle and me to Belleville to meet Kathy, we were a bit more noticeable than other citizens.
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.