South from Kanab, UT, I stopped at the south rim of the Grand Canyon. I'd been to the north rim almost 40 years ago and remember how breathtaking it was. It still is - I can't imagine another place in this country that can match the Grand Canyon!! I used my phone camera because I just wanted to drink it in, and not worry about figuring out how to use my better camera at that stage of the game. Lady made friends (as she always does), and someone took a picture of us. There is no picture, no professional photograph even, that I've ever seen that does justice to seeing it in person. All I can say is, if you haven't gone, put it on your bucket list. Now!
From there, I drove south again ...
Nat King Cole had the most popular version of the song "Route 66" which is why I've chosen to put it here, but so may others have done it that it's worth looking up on YouTube to see! Everyone from Chuck Berry to The Rolling Stones to John Mayer! Even Depeche Mode. (I know, right? Hope you're reading this, Viva!).
I started on Route 66 in Flagstaff, AZ. Not a lot there except a short strip, so thought I would catch more down the road. Historic Rte 66 runs tandem with the "new" I-40 and, while I had read there was still a lot to drive on, most is gone. Next stop was in Winslow, AZ where I stopped at the information center to see how far I could go on Rte 66. Alas, there wasn't a lot. However, I have to say that of all the towns I stopped in to catch a glimpse of "America's Highway," Winslow cornered the market. Most of it has to do with the Eagles "Take It Easy" (standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona) and they don't care - they are taking advantage of it! This is a live version when they were young - but a little trivia a lot of people don't know - Jackson Browne actually wrote the song (and if you know me, you know how much I love him!).
I'll pause here for a moment to explain why Route 66 has so much meaning to me. My parents divorced when I was 2 or 3 years old, and they'd lived in LA since the late 1940's. My grandparents (Mom's parents) lived in Garden City, KS. I think almost every year of my life until I was 14 we moved from California to Kansas, or vice-versa, and of course the only road then to travel on was Route 66. I don't remember a lot - mostly that I rode in the backseat of a pretty packed car, and stopped at places like Stuckey's and fresh bing cherry stands, and an occasional Native American stand. I think that's when I developed my wanderlust.
So ... next night in Albuquerque, NM, then on to Amarillo, TX. I was mostly on I-40 because I just wasn't sure where or how to find the old road, except in cities/towns that had a little piece still preserved. Going through Gallup, NM was almost just like I remembered as a kid - a place I never cared for. Although I couldn't name the reason then, I think it was because of the poverty I saw there more than most places. But the fun part was Elk City, OK (after leaving Amarillo) where I got to see another cousin, Glenna (a first cousin to my mother) who owns a café and gift shop on Route 66 (The Country Dove - stop and tell her I said hi), and her French Silk Pie recipe is found in the Route 66 cookbook. It was as delicious as I'd hoped it would be! We had such a great time catching up on family, and reunions, and what cousins are up to - I just wish I'd had more time to spend there! We talked about how much fun another reunion would be ... Here are pics of us, and one she took of Lady who was a good traveler, but getting tired of the backseat: