If you have found your way here, this is the main blog page. A wonderful list of my inane ramblings and photography from our holidays around the world and road trips across America. There may be even one or two useful posts hidden within, but I’m making no promises.
Today’s drive to Monument Valley was a long one. We started the day with a drive up a windy mountain road to visit Los Alamos, a town that once held a very dark secret
We had a lie in this morning as we didn’t have to drive anywhere – BLISS !! It wasnt much of a lie in but was nice not getting up and having to repack the bags and head to the car.
When i was first researching where we were going to go on route 66 i came across the following video about a ghost town called Cuervo. It sounded so “American Detective” or “Twin Peaks” i just had to make a pull in off the I40 to check it out.
We left the Big Texan early and headed just out of Amarillo to the Cadillac Ranch. For those who don’t know what the ranch is, its essentially a bunch of Old cadillac’s buried nose down in the desert in 1974
Artist Lowell Davis grew up in the “real” Red Oak, about 18 miles northwest of the “new” Red Oak II. The original Red Oak, like many other rural agricultural towns across the USA, started to
I can now answer Tony Christies question, YES, i do know the way to Amarillo. Now thats out of the way i can get on with the journey from Oklahoma City to Amarillo, Texas
The day began with breakfast in the local pancake hut which was occupied by a couple of camouflage wearing hicks who were obviously on there way out hunting
The sky was still gloomy when we left The Wagon Wheel but the worlds biggest rocking chair in Fanning Missouri was waiting and we weren’t going to let a few grey clouds spoil that !
Getting out of St Louis was slightly easier than getting in. We still managed to make several wrong turns before finding route 66 towards Cuba and heading for our first stop of the day
After a heavy night on the beer with an American couple last night and a short walk to see Abraham Lincoln’s childhood house and other period houses we finally left the strange town of Springfield Illinois to head to St Louis.
Our first day on the route 66 in Illinois was an eventful one. Firstly the taxi driver taking us back to O’Hare airport to pick up the hire car spoke very little English and didn’t have much of a clue where he was going.
The day started with a traditional American breakfast at at the unofficial start to Route 66 in Chicago, Lou Mitchell’s. It’s exactly the kind of place a Brit would imagine if they were told to describe an all American diner.