June 30 – Waking Up in Tucumcari, New Mexico

We made our way to Tucumcari, New Mexico yesterday along Route 66 and stayed at the Blue Swallow Motel, said to be the most iconic motel along the entire route. It’s a neon dream on the National Register of Historic Places, and is one of the only remaining true motorcourts in the United States today. Guests park their cars in the little garages next to the rooms. Each garage has a theme – ours is the movie Cars. The rooms are decorated with vintage lamps and furniture, right down to the chenille bedspreads, shower fixtures, bathroom tiles, and the working rotary telephone.

The current owners moved here from Chicago after losing their jobs during Covid 19. They sold everything, cashed out their retirement, and rolled the dice on a whole new life. It paid off! They live right here on the premises in the same flat where the original owners lived, right down to the furniture, and run the place themselves. Originally, The Blue Swallow was a wedding gift for a bride on her wedding night, and these first owners ran it for decades before they died.

There are 14 rooms at this hotel, and you have to book well in advance to get a reservation. During the season, they sell out each night. We understand a lot more about the charm of a simpler life after spending one night here.

Our Texas neighbors’ Porsche at The Blue Swallow

We walked around the side of the motel to the little courtyard where the colorful metal chairs awaited us and were joined by a couple from New York. He is a retired school superintendent, and she is a school guidance counselor one year away from retirement. We sat in the shade of the trees sharing all our favorite places we have traveled and our views of the world. We represented the gamut of the political spectrum, respected each other’s opinions, and enjoyed our time together so much ~ if there were more places just like this one, we might realize world peace. Or at least be more neighborly in a politically-charged world! This couple is selling everything they own in the coming year and will begin renting short-term units and traveling around the country to experience life in different places. What a dream! I’m excited for them!

Today, we will travel to our last stop on Route 66 on this trip – – Albuquerque, New Mexico. We’ll look for a fabulous piece of turquoise jewelry for my sister in law and visit the Sandia Peak Tramway in the Cibola National Forest.

I’ll post pictures later in the day!

We invited someone to take our cooler on a journey and share an email describing its life beyond our time with it. We left it by the ice machine in our Albuquerque hotel.

June 29 – Waking Up in Amarillo, Texas on the Way to Tucumcari, New Mexico

Sunrise over Amarillo, Texas
Cactus in Palo Duro State Park

Today will take us to Tucumcari, New Mexico, where we will stay at The Blue Swallow Motel this evening. I’ll update with photos later this afternoon!

The changing landscapes from state to state, and even within states has kept us amazed and dazzled, oohing and aahing as we make our way across the midwest. From the corn fields of Illinois to the rolling hills and forested byways of Missouri, into the flat, open rural countryside of Oklahoma and the dry, rocky flat ranchlands of Texas, I finally understand more fully what Steinbeck meant when he wrote, “We do not take a trip; a trip takes us” in Travels with Charley.

I have been taken.

Seeing states from the road is far different from flying in and out of airports, staying in large cities, and thinking we’ve been to a place. I’ve been to a hotel, a few restaurants, and taken the city tours in plenty of places, but this road trip has given me added perspective on travel. I said to my husband as we drove along, “I think I’ve developed more of an interest in traveling to American destinations than ever before; I used to want to visit all over Europe, but now my list of American cities I’d like to visit is growing longer than the European ones.”

In Adrian, Texas at the midpoint of the route
We made it to the halfway point!
Coconut Cream Pie at the Midpoint Cafe

The best coconut pie I’ve ever put in my mouth happened today. I knew the Midpoint Cafe was famous for its pies, baked by Brenda, but I had no idea how delicious this dessert would be. When it was delivered, I offered my husband part of it, adding I’ll never be able to eat all this.

One bite later, I retracted my offer: Oh, yes I will!

Don’t miss the pie stop if you travel the route. It’s worth every calorie and then some!

We made our way into Tucumcari and found that most businesses and museums were closed. We were somewhat discouraged, until the Blue Swallow check-in began and we saw our rooms. We fell in love with the place immediately. They have the old-timey metal rockers sitting outdoors, and it feels like you stepped into the last century, sitting out and visiting with complete strangers who turn out to be your neighbors. There’s a community refrigerator, a laundry room, and a kitchenette with a table to use. The owners keep a fresh pot of coffee when the neon sign is lit.

What a fabulous way to end a day in Tucumcari, New Mexico in Room 4.

ChroNICle #2 for Nick: Stay at the Blue Swallow Motel, but skip the Tee Pee Curios souvenir shop. They don’t offer customers a public restroom. They sent me to Tractor Supply to use the potty, so once I took care of my personal business, I decided to buy myself a Schleich Texas Longhorn Bull and a Highland Bull and post a review of what I thought of their customer service on Trip Advisor.

June 28 – Waking Up in Amarillo, Texas

Much of our day yesterday was spent driving from Tulsa, Oklahoma to Amarillo, Texas. We decided to press on farther west instead of spending the night in Elk City. We did stop there to see the Route 66 Museum, then kept on driving to Shamrock, Texas to kiss the Blarney Stone (I never knew there was a part of that stone anywhere in the United States until this week). From there, we decided to head on into Amarillo, Texas, where we will be visiting Cadillac Ranch today and The Big Texan Steakhouse tonight. I’ll update with the day’s pictures this evening.

At breakfast in the hotel lobby, I thought I saw a rabbit. Then another, and another. I got up to investigate and learned that they are prairie dogs. Their little house holes are all over the back lawn of the hotel, and from our room, you can see their whole playground and watch them playing. Cheap entertainment that could keep me amused for hours- – but we had to press on with our day.


We started the day before the brutal heat set in at Cadillac Ranch, spray painting and using our best criminal art skills to add to the graffiti. In the Wal Mart in Amarillo, there are locks on their spray paint shelves, so you have to get someone to help you get the paint that you request! We got five cans and passed on the extra to some incoming artists as we left. I saw a woman with a large camera lens and knew she was the one who should inherit our paint!


No iconic landmark visit is complete without a quick kiss, so we smooched right there in front of God and all those buried Cadillacs!

And then we drove on to see the Second Amendment Cowboy before going on to Palo Duro Canyon State Park, where we saw the largest Canyon in Texas, second only to the Grand Canyon in the United States. The landscape was gorgeous, and we saw one roadrunner, a kettle of barn swallows – including babies, Northern Cardinals, one live water snake, one dead rattlesnake (A Mohave rattler, I believe), and some Texas Longhorns.

I’ve started taking copious notes for a friend named Nick who just turned 66 last week and hopes to travel Route 66 this year to celebrate this year of his life. He asked me to “take notes,” so it gives me an added perspective to be thinking of someone else who might want to know some of my own observations of this journey down classic roadside America. Thus, look for daily ChroNICles, sidebar notes specifically with my friend Nic in mind. He’s recently published a book with slices of humor involving many of his longtime friends and acquaintances, so it only seems fitting to raise a glass in birthday cheers for his own ChroNICles that may melt as fast as the ice cream on his cake, but will hopefully be just as tasty nevertheless.

ChroNICle #1 – If you’ve never eaten “the special” breakfast in Tulsa, Oklahoma at a hole in the wall cafe with a waitress who’s the Queen of Bling and has a red tattoo of a Q and a Diamond right next to her left ear on her cheek to prove it to anyone who doubts it even after seeing the bracelets that line her arm from elbow to wrist and then, when you ask if she’s from Tulsa, she coughs the raspy smoker’s cough and emphatically says, “HELL no, I’ve lived here for 40 years, but I’m from Wisconsin,” as if you’ve offended her, you might want to try it.

June 27 – Waking Up in Tulsa, Okahoma at the Desert Hills Motel

We woke up at the Desert Hills Motel in Tulsa

Today’s journey along Route 66 will take us past the Golden Driller, the World’s Largest Praying Hands, and a quick sweep by The Outsiders House Museum. Then, we will head on over to Oklahoma City, visiting the Auto Museum on the way there.

The Johnson brothers visit The Blue Whale of Catoosa

Visiting The Blue Whale was unique. The story here is that a man gave this to his wife for their anniversary so that she would have something that no other woman in the world had. I told Briar that I never, ever want a Blue Whale for our anniversary. It was fun to visit, but I wouldn’t want to call this whale mine.

We visited The Golden Driller at the Tulsa Expo Center
We visited the National Route 66 Auto Museum in Sapulpa, Oklahoma today and each chose the car we would keep if we could take one home. My husband chose the ’57 Chevy, my sister-in-law chose a classic Jaguar, my brother in law chose the Stryker, and I chose a three-wheeled car with a sweet little face and a clear top so it feels like a convertible but isn’t.
The little car I would choose to scoot around in if I could have my pick….
I loved the old jukebox that played songs for free!
The World’s Largest Praying Hands in Tulsa at Oral Roberts University. Our husbands sat on the bench as I conducted a bird count in the state of Oklahoma.
Outside Tally’s in Tulsa

Eating is simply divine along Route 66. Retro diners line the whole stretch, and each has something a little different to offer. At Tally’s, we dug in to sandwiches and burgers, and shared desserts – a chocolate milkshake for us!

We found The Outsiders Museum, but it was closed.
A friend recommended Sid’s Diner in El Reno, Oklahoma, so we stopped in to try it.

A word about Sid’s Diner: it’s amazing. The Coney Dog has a coleslaw relish on it that is outstanding. It makes a hot dog heavenly! My brother in law and I bought t-shirts from here!

Oklahoma weather is no joke. The clouds were fascinating to watch. I’m glad there was nothing severe, but the sky became almost a work of art as we made our way toward Texas.

June 26 – Waking Up in Cuba, Missouri at the Wagon Wheel Motel

Our Room at The Wagon Wheel Motel in Cuba, Missouri along Historic Route 66

After an amazing day at Gateway Arch National Park in St. Louis yesterday, we made our way to Cuba, Missouri and checked in to the Wagon Wheel Motel. We are on Historic Route 66, where tonight’s iconic motel blinks in neon lights! Tomorrow, on to Fantastic Caverns and The Blue Whale of Catoosa!

There’s an actual wall board where they hand you your room key!

We asked a local where to eat, and Dottie’s was the win. It’s at a truck stop near the interstate, and the breakfast was fabulous~ all except for the biscuits. We ate a bite before heading out to Fantastic Caverns in Springfield, Missouri. We’d skipped Meramec Caverns to buy more time in St. Louis, so we were looking forward to seeing some caves!

Postcards ready to mail!

Before we arrived at the caverns, we saw an interesting stop on Historic Route 66, along with an Uncle Sam Muffler Man nearby. While we hadn’t planned this detour, we decided to go in and have some fudge and a Root Beer (Route Beer) in Uranus, Missouri. They had a vast array of interesting t-shirts ~ we resisted the urge to buy one.

Lots of offbeat and quirky stops, but such release in good bathroom humor!

In Fantastic Caverns, we rode a jeeplike wagon through the underground cave on a guided tour and learned fun facts about the history of the cave and the way the caverns are formed. It stays at around 60 degrees year round, so the cool temperature was appealing to us in this current midwestern heat wave. We even wore jackets! Turns out, a farmer’s bloodhound named Juno went missing in 1862, and the farmer, John Knox, set out to find him. He heard him barking and climbed through a small hole in the ground, where he discovered after a belly slide that he could stand up inside the caverns. He decided to keep it a secret for five years. And precisely five years later, he placed a newspaper ad for experienced cave explorers to come and help probe the expanse of what was actually below. Twelve older teenage girls showed up in their exploring gear and explored the caves, even signing in their names on the wall – those signatures are still right there today!

I was wondering if we’d missed out on Meramac Caverns, but I think we chose the right ones – – you can’t go wrong when a dog and a team of women are at the helm of an amazing discovery!

Our afternoon adventure took us a little way into Kansas to see that section of Route 66, and then into Oklahoma to see the Blue Whale of Catoosa on our way into Tulsa, where we will be staying at the Desert Hills Motel tonight – – another iconic motel on Route 66. The kind where your key is on a little plastic diamondy-shaped keyring and the doors open from the outside, the towels feel sandpapery, there’s 1970’s tile on the bathroom floor, and the lamp might not work.

Rockin’ on down Route 66 today in my cutoff denim shorts, tie-dyed t-shirt, and, of course, trusty Birks. My own exploring gear.

Here is the video with the place where the girls signed the wall of the cave ~

June 25 – Waking up in Lincoln, IL

We enjoyed our first day on Route 66 on Saturday with stops at The Gemini Giant, the Standard Oil Station, and Bunyon with a Hot Dog. We got a good night’s sleep in Lincoln, Illinois, and are heading out to Gateway Arch National Arch and Meramac Caverns.


For now, we are on the road!

On the road in Illinois
We’re traveling with my husband’s brother and his wife.

We stopped at the Rail Splitter Rest Area and found its retro decor fascinating – from the old telephone to the tiny tiles on the bathroom floor, everything seemed a step back in time. It took me straight back to my childhood in the early 1970s. I was feeling part-hippie, part-groovy.

Lincoln’s former hangout was near here.
My childhood bathroom had these same tiles in yellow hues – such a throwback with my feet on this floor!
I’m joining the ranks of folks old enough to know what it was like to make a call from a payphone. And that wasn’t so long ago.
House Sparrow in some day lilies

I’ve been using my Merlin ID and eBird apps to do bird counts along the way. This is a house sparrow, and they were nesting in a pole outside the restrooms. I never thought I’d have the need to download the different bird packs for other regions of the United States, but here I am, loving it and seeing mostly the same birds I see at home . Later in the day, I did a bird count at the Gateway Arch National Park as well. My sister in law took the photo above.

At the Cozy Dog Drive-In in Springfield, Illinois, you can dance in the parking lot to the Route 66 song that plays on the kiosk. This is still run by the same family who made the first corn dog. We didn’t eat here, but we wanted to stop in and see the place.

Brothers in a sign
Our Lady of the Highways Monument reminds travelers of the dangers of the road and offers a prayer for a safe journey along Route 66.

The World’s Largest Catsup Bottle is a unique landmark. There was nowhere to park, so we snapped a photo from the road and kept right on driving.

Illinois is the Sweet Corn Capital of the world, and corn fields line the highways. We stopped to snap a quick photo of some corn,
We made it to St. Louis!

We browsed the museum, and then we went up in the arch on the south tram. Views were amazing! We could see the stadium where the St. Louis Cardinals play baseball. Afterward, we took the Riverboat cruise to see St. Louis from the water on a paddleboat named the Tom Sawyer.

We were worn out by the time we left St. Louis, so we skipped Meramac Caverns and decided to visit Fantastic Caverns in the morning, after a “good night’s sleep” at The Wagon Wheel Motel – an iconic neon-lit motel “serving travelers since the 1930s.” Here, all my hopes and dreams of ever living in a tiny home were shattered. This country girl had a hard time sleeping with all the light coming in the window. I didn’t really think you could get a smaller shower than our 21 foot teardrop camper, but guess what?! We found one right here. Just enough room to turn around and rinse off.

But oh, the historic charm. The keys are kept on a wooden board, and you can buy a plastic replica room keyring with your number on it. So I did. That way, I will remember to be grateful for my comfortable bed, my shower, and room to stretch. I wouldn’t trade the experience of the Wagon Wheel for anything! Especially the tense moments when my brother-in-law and his wife forgot the doors were auto-locking and popped over to see us for a minute and locked their key in their room after hours when everyone had left the office. He had to break in. If you ever thought a country boy from Rural Georgia wouldn’t know how to use a credit card to get into a room, think again. We learned a thing or two last night!

The Wagon Wheel Motel sports a wall board of room keys. Nothing digital here!
Brothers outside their motel room doors at the Wagon Wheel Motel in Cuba, Missouri (or “Missourah,” as some of the locals here say it)
Brothers on a train bench

Tomorrow, we’ll explore some caverns, see The Outsiders Museum, stop by The Blue Whale of Catoosa, and end our day in Tulsa, Oklahoma as we take turns driving along Route 66.

June 24 – Today’s the Day!

Today’s the day – – we are setting out on a journey halfway across America. Actually, more than half if you count the flight, too. June has already taken me across three states – Georgia, Tennessee, and Kentucky. Beginning today, I’ll add Illinois, Missouri, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, and New Mexico to the list of travel destinations for this month.

We’re packed, we’re ready, and we’re looking forward to the adventures ahead. I’ll be doing something a little different as I blog this week. I’ll begin the day with a short entry, and I’ll add photos and updates along the way. If you’re keeping up with our trip, evening will be a good time to see the whole day’s travels.

We’re still wondering whether anyone in our group will go for the 72-ounce steak at The Big Texan, where if you eat it in one hour (along with a baked potato, salad, and a roll), it’s free!

Reading Nick Doster’s new book Don’t Look, Ethel! on my Kindle in the Atlanta Airport

We’re sitting at Gate B20, ready to depart at 11:25 for Chicago-Midway. I hope to have more pictures this evening.

Landing at Midway in Chicago (Lake Michigan in view)
I love all the great stickers I’m seeing along the way!
The Gemini Giant stands tall in Wilmington, Illinois – the first of the “Muffler Men” we will see along the way.

We saw the Gemini Giant in Wilmington, Illinois and were sad that The Launching Pad restaurant was closed for renovations. As we looked through the windows, we could see that the tabletops were maps of the United States with Route 66 logos, and an old jukebox stood at the back. We chatted with a man filling up has gas tank across the street, a local, and learned he’d been born in Valdosta, Georgia. My sister-in-law mentioned that we were married to brothers, standing on the other side of the street, and when the man yelled, “Go Georgia Brothers,” my husband raised his arm and gave the fisted power-arm flex, not pausing in his conversation, THAT’S one picture I wish I’d captured yesterday!

We moved along to the Standard Oil Company in Odell, Illinois, where a theme started to emerge – – brothers on benches. BOB is our codeword for taking pictures of these two brothers along the route. When I was in San Antonio the year before last, I saw little inviting benches and chairs and seating areas here and there and began taking photos of them, even with no one seated there. When we saw that our husbands seemed magnetically drawn to several benches yesterday, we decided that these would be moments to preserve in photos along the way – – not just the landmarks, but these special family moments.

American Flag and Route 66 Flag flying over the Standard Oil Company
Brothers on Benches in Atlanta, Illinois
In Wilmington, Illinois

June 23 – It’s Getting Real! Boarding our Boys…

Ollie

One of the reasons we bought a camper in 2020 was so we could enjoy weekend getaways without having to board our three schnoodles. We call them our four-legged sons. They have definite food preferences, and true to the Schnoodlehood, they are each loyal to their one chosen toy. Fitz has a green turtle he uses to self-soothe, Ollie has a pink Hartz ball he lives to chase, and Boo Radley has a Shrek blanket that of all the things in this world he gets most territorial over. It breaks my heart to have to board them when we take a non-camping trip, so much that I feel tears welling up just thinking about it.

Don’t get me wrong – – we love their kennel, they love their kennel, and they get to stay together in the same crate. They’ll have outdoor playtime with other dogs, but just like siblings, they’ll schnocker and schnortle around at each other in their play-fighting ways while at the same time bringing each other the reassurance of family togetherness while we parents are away.

They don’t dislike the kennel, but they whine and carry on and show their anxiety about leaving home unless they know we are pulling a camper. Fitz will whine like a baby once we get on Highway 362.

All. The. Way. There.

Fitz

Boo Radley will likely lose control of his bowels for one small half second somewhere in the floorboard – usually around the gas station, and it will be like dime-size hail but will smell across three states. It won’t matter if he’s already taken care of this business this morning – – this is his way of showing me – proving – that his anxiety is higher than the St. Louis Gateway Arch and he is protesting being left behind. And Ollie, the most easygoing dog ever, will root his way into my lap just to inhale my exhales as we make our way there.

Their food is individually measured, bagged, and labeled for the week ahead. Their toys are packed next to their treats, and their shot records are all updated and entered into the system at their kennel. While we’ll only be gone a week, there will be no one playing morning tug of war with Briar’s jeans legs, no one putting his warm little muzzle up to my face to greet me first thing in the morning, and no one barking at one of us to throw his ball down the hall so he can run for it again,…and again….and again. No one reminding us about treats. No one waiting for one of us to crush an empty K-cup box with our foot so he can come steal it away, whisk it off to the couch, and chew on it in the living room until we take it away.

They’ve seen the suitcases. They’re suspecting something’s up, but not yet knowing exactly what.

Is it too late to back out? My heart can’t take leaving my babies!

I suppose that’s what sunglasses are really for……

Boo Radley

June 22 – The Route 66 Travel Tree

I have a widowed friend who has a “travel tree.” She keeps a pencil-style Christmas tree up year round and adds a small ornament to it from all of her travels. There’s a fluffy little sheep from Ireland, a set of bagpipes from Scotland, and a vast menu of other cultural relics that bring back vivid memories. There’s even a penguin from Antarctica. To stand with her by the tree is to hear story after splendid story about “the time that….”

The most interesting souvenir, she keeps hidden. She once reached into the middle of the tree and pulled out a small, flat square wrapped package on an ornament hook.

A condom.

“They had them on the hotel counters in China. So I took one and made it my souvenir.”

She shares stories – more than photos – of her past trips.

I’m not one of those who wants to leave my Christmas tree up all year long, but….I’m thinking that when I return from Route 66, I might just begin a travel tree as part of my travel tradition.

What are all of your best travel traditions?

June 21 – The Open Write with Angie Braaten

Angie Braaten is our host at http://www.ethicalela.com today for the final day of this month’s Open Write. She encourages us to write a poem about what we would like to be when we grow up. You can read her full prompt here.

Secret Badge

when I grow up
I want to be a
traveling food critic
a descriptive writer
of all things edible….
….(or not)…..
all expenses paid
to go out into the world
and live it up
like a spy on a secret mission
with an official foodie badge
that I keep covered
until the end of the meal….
….(or forever)……
unless I want immediate
preferential seating
or my glass runs dry
or I get bad service
then I whip it out
like some veiled threat
of a viral review
that might shut the place down
….(or something)……

oh and a hotel critic too
I want to be one
who jumps on beds
to test the comfort
rolls around in the sheets
and fills the bathtub to overflowing
with expensive bubble bath
with little flecks of real gold dust
and eats all the snacks
that cost twelve dollars each
for free
in those presidential suites
with corner windows
on the top floor
one who shows my badge
at checkout

and I want an airplane badge, too
so I can cut the line at security
and go in my own private room
where the rest of everyone
all tired-legged and eyeing my
complimentary
plate of sugared grapes and chocolates
whispers
who is she??
but I play it cool
never revealing my name
like no one can know
who I am
a secret traveling critic
as I take my seat in first class
throw my feet up on the
plush footrest
whip out my review computer
and write away
into the clouds
….(or just dream about it all)….

then go home to the country
and press wildflowers
and read poetry
and bask in full-face dog kisses
with whole-body tail wags
because I’m back where I belong
…..(without a badge)…….