Hard to believe I started my adventures out on the road just a little over thirty years ago. I’ve been so many places, seen so many things….many of which I never had a chance to get photos of….yet. I’ve also heard some strange stories….unfortunately my memory isn’t as good as it used to be. I do remember hearing someone telling me about The Roswell UFO crash, when I was in Albuquerque…that was back in early 1988. He also told me about a crash site in the Sandia mountains, though I haven’t found any information about it online. I’ve also met some pretty bizarre people, over the years.
Some of them I’ve talked with at old bars, in weird places….such as Duluth, Minnesota. My guess is they were still waiting for their brains to thaw from the brutally cold winter, there. I remember seeing the Painted Desert/Petrified Forest, as well as The Grand Canyon for the first time, way back in 1975. I thought they were some of the coolest places, ever. Devil’s Tower in Wyoming was crossed off of my “to do” list, back in 2005…although the photos went missing, later that year. The time is coming when I’ll be getting off of the road (at least as far as OTR drving goes), and settling down (anyone have a cheap RV for sale?). But the adventurous spirit in me won’t die….it’s in my blood, and will always be. I have far too much to do, and too many places to go see…photograph….and let soak into my soul.
I really hadn’t heard of Route 66, until about five years ago. What I read and heard about it, lit a fire inside…The Mother Road started calling my name. What I saw was miles and miles of neon signs, vintage motels and diners, and old run-down gas stations that used to be booming businesses. I was hooked…..I got the fever. I wanted to see more, and learn as much as I possibly could about its history, places, and people. It may start in Chicago, and end in Santa Monica…but I see it as a never-ending adventure. There’s always something new to see, explore, and appreciate (not to mention new food to try). It’s a road full of excitement that just begs to have its secrets discovered.
Where the road may lead me, I have no clue, but…I do know there are still plenty of places to explore….all kinds of new food I want to try (I’ve never had an Indian Taco, or fry bread). There are also many Native American cultures I want to learn about. That wanderlust I have, sure is growing stronger…and the older I get, the more I want to spend the time satisfying it. I don’t know if it’s a direct effect of getting old, or if it’s something that has always been a part of me. All I know, is it’s here to stay.
It doesn’t matter if you are young, or old (like me), it’s never too late to start a new journey to undiscovered places. Route 66 and the American southwest are ripe, and waiting for you. Answer the call…I’m glad I did, otherwise the last thirty years would have been boring as hell.
Until the next post,
Happy Trails, and don’t be afraid to get your kicks on Route 66!