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Last updated: July 12, 2017.

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Day Seven on The Mother Road Route 66

I’m up before the sun and drive across Route 66, Route66, Rout 66 to America’s Most Advertised Fast Food Joint ™ in

Barstow, California. CABarstowRt66ShieldRoadway cropped

Here, the fast food shares billing with Barstow Station. Keeping my no-junk-food pledge from yesterday, I buy only a hot tea and open the laptop to update Day Six on America’s Main Street.

I am able to get most of yesterday’s post up without getting kicked off the WiFi or losing the post.

Dawdling over the hot tea, I’ve waited for the traffic in LA to be somewhat less crazy. It’s time to be on Route 66, America’s Main Street again. Time to

Get Your Kicks On Route 66. Santa Monica awaits…

Filling up the empty hot tea cup with Dr. Pepper, I head out the door. One thing I’ve learned on this trip is that more often than not, refills on hot tea are refused so I’ve adapted.

Out in the parking lot I watch as a guy comes out on the balcony of Barstow Station to have a cigarette. I’m in the parking lot having bananas. Not smoking them, having them for breakfast. We’re even, but probably my breakfast is healthier than his.

Barstow Breakfast Bananas

Going Bananas For Breakfast At Barstow, CA

I make a right out of Barstow Station and drive West on The Main Street of America. There is little traffic this morning in Barstow, plenty of time for pix. The markings for Route 66 have been good through this part of The Golden State.

Immediately upon entering California, Route 66 / I-40 travelers enter San Bernadino County. The County has taken an interest in America’s Main Street, relabeling it as CR 66. This makes it pretty easy to follow Route 66 across the empty expanse of eastern California.

Here in Barstow, the Route 66 shield is augmented with the state name. I circle a block once to get some pictures, then drive west out of town. Like a lot of 66 towns, Barstow is long and skinny.

 

Route 566 Road Sign in Barstow, CA for The Mother Road

Route 66 Road Sign In Barstow, CA Includes The Word ‘California’

 

Route 66 Road Marking in Barstow, CA by Buzze A. Long

Route 66 Shield Is Painted on The Surface of The Mother Road in Barstow, California

 

Route 66, The Mother Road, The Main Street Of America Travels West in Barstow, California

Here Route 66 The Mother Road Is The Strip West Out of Barstow, CA

Leaving Barstow behind, The Mother Road bends gradually southward toward Oro Grande.

Sand Blown Onto Route 66, The Mother Road Near Barstow, CA

South of Barstow, CA The Wind Blows over The Mother Road, Route 66

 

North of Oro Grande there is a wide spot in the road called “The Iron Hog”. I stop to get some pix and find that the Mojave River Yacht Club is active in this area. I sure hope the Mojave rises enough that they get some sailing in this year. The Stars and Stripes are flying at Iron Hog. God Bless ‘Em.

 

Oro Grande, CA Is Home To The Mojave River Yacht Club

The Mojave River Yacht Club Meets At The Iron Hog, Oro Grande, CA on Route 66

 

Old Glory, The US Flag, Flies Over The Iron Hog on Route 66, The Main Street of America

It’s A Tattered Old Flag At The Iron Hog On Route 66, Oro Grande, CA

Oro Grande is coming into view now. It is just north of Victorville. There is an airport off to the right.

Gas Station in Oro Grande, CA on America's Main Street

Mohawk Gas Station On Route 66, The Mother Road

 

Route 66 Business Sign Cow in Oro, Grande, CA By Buzze A. Long

Have A Cow In Oro Grande, CA

 

Route 66 County Road 66 Near Victorville, CA

San Bernadino County Marks Route 66 As CR 66

Prior to getting on I-15 south, I stop at a gas station to use the restroom. Don’t want to be crossing my legs in the upcoming L.A. traffic. I’m first in line. There are 2 bathrooms for guys but both are locked. One is marked ‘Customers Only’. Honestly, I’d be a customer if I needed something. Any port in a storm. Five minutes later, the line is growing, both doors have been knocked & shaken but no go. No go for me either. I decide to hold it and run into Victorville. Outside, my resolve weakens. Traffic be damned, I’ll skip Victorville & hold on as long as I can.

 

The entry to I-15 is uphill. Traffic is in front of me on the on-ramp. Slow traffic. ASAP, I move left across a couple of lanes to get past the slow traffic. Out-of-state plates, across 2 lanes at less than cruising speed and I fail to attract even one horn blast.

I’m gonna like L.A.

Roy Rogers Drive in Victorville, CA Route 66

This Exit on The Mother Road Is Named For Victorville, California’s Notorious Gunslinger

I-15 inclines upward for a while, then we’re above 4,000 feet elevation. Over the top, then we’re on a downhill. There are signs warning to watch your downhill speed. Trucks are limited to 45 but they don’t seem to notice the signs.

About halfway down the hill, there is a sign indicating Old Route 66 travelers should exit, stage right. I pull off and am in another world. Beautiful scenery, sparse traffic. Once off the freeway, you can go either way and Route 66 is not marked. I decide to

drive Route 66

as it parallels I-15, even though the opposite direction would appear to head West.

It’s the right call. What a peaceful drive down the canyon, first 2-lane then 4. I get a few pictures and wonder what this road was like when Clark Gable and Carole Lombard made the trip east. Probably, it was in a different canyon.   😉

Further down the canyon, the four-lanes are marked ‘ROAD CLOSED’. A quick stop to get some pix of the train way down there in the canyon, then back on I-15.

The Mother Road Meanders Down The Canyon, Wrightwood, CA

Old Route 66 West From I-40 Near Wrightwood, CA

 

The Trains Run Both Ways Near Wrightwood, CA on The Mother Road

Train Near Route 66 Re-entry to I-40 Near Wrightwood, CA

Either I missed it or Surprise! There seems to be no way back onto I-15 South from this entry. I follow the road and wind up on I-215. No biggie, I just go a ways on 215, then do a u-ey and head back east. Look, they put the Devore exit on I-215 just for me.

They Put This Exit For Devore, CA on I-15 So I Could Get to Route 66, America's Main Street

Devore Exit Eastbound on I-15 Leads to Route 66, The Main Street of America

Off at Devore, but no clear direction on which way to go. Here is where some training in a previous life came into play. Long ago and not so far away, I spent some time driving on the Navajo Rez. Some of the places I traveled were so far back into the Rez, I’m sure I could have gotten a  Rez dog lost. After the monsoon, quite often not only had the original road washed away, there were 3 new ones to take its place. All of them took off in different directions and of course had no signage, signs being rare on the Rez.

After a few years on the Rez, the Bilagaana becomes part Navajo. You learn to navigate by some innate ability, almost as though you can smell your way around.

I sniff, bear left and am rewarded shortly with the shield. It’s a double-header.

Route 66 at Devore, CA Exit off I-15

Bear Left After Getting Off Devore Exit To Stay On Route 66

The guys from BNSF are out riding the rails as I follow the gradual slope downhill toward the

City of San Bernadino.

Track Checker on BNSF Route 66, San Bernadino, CA

Checking The BNSF Tracks Along Route 66 in San Bernadino, CA on #IDroveTheMotherRoadRoute66.com

I don’t have a gigantic street map of the L.A. area but Rand McNally from Wally World seems to favor a left onto Mt. Vernon. Once again, it is the right move on this gorgeous summer morning.

Turn Left at Mt. Vernon To Follw Route 66 West

Take This Left On Mt. Vernon To Remain On Route 66, The Mother Road in San Bernadino, CA

 

Route 66 Brown Shield Sign, San Bernadino

Route 66 Highway Sign Marking in San Bernadino, CA

This area is a little old-fashioned, like the ’40s or ’50s. Maybe a little run-down, but just pleasantly so. I keep expecting one of those hard-boiled characters from a Raymond Chandler novel to drive by.

I see a few brown

Route 66 markers

in San Bernadino but then get suspicious that I’ve overdriven it. I know I’m looking for a right on Foothill, so I drive a few blocks West, then head north. Here it is, Foothill Blvd. I will follow this West until near Pasadena.

I crossed Rancho while traveling south on Mt. Vernon. I think ‘Rancho’ is the name of Foothill as it enters San Bernadino. Next time, I’ll know.

Just West of San B.,

Rialto, California

is celebrating The Mother Road. Notice they have branded the Route 66 brown shield:

Route 66, America's Main Street in Rialto, California

Rialto, CA Loves The Mother Road Route 66

Following The Main Street of America is pretty easy here on Foothill Blvd. Not only is it straight through, but most communities along The Mother Road have installed center island dividers with distinctive markings and landscaping unique to each town. Just follow

The Islands of Route 66

pretty much all the way to Pasadena.

Fontana

has installed some great-looking monuments and landscaping in the island:

Route 66, America's Main Street, in Fontana, California

Fontana, CA Route 66 Markings in Center Island of The Mother Road

As I looked at the L.A. map earlier, I dreaded traveling along Foothill, thinking the traffic may be hectic. It’s exactly the opposite, laid back and traffic is relatively light. The only challenge I encountered was time. Driving across the northern L.A. suburbs took a few hours, but otherwise an interesting, scenic and relaxing drive.

Rancho Cucamonga not only marked

Route 66, The Mother Road,

in the center island but also installed brick paving strips periodically, emblazoned with the ’66’ shield.

 

Route 66 Monument in Rancho Cucamonga, CA

Marking The Mother Road in Rancho Cucamonga, CA – Monument in Center Island of Route 66

 

The Mother Road Is Marked By Brick Paving in Rancho Cucamonga, CA

The Main Street Of America Is Also Marked By Brick Pavements In Rancho Cucamonga, CA

Near Upland, I passed under a bridge celebrating the history of

Route 66, America’s Main Street.

Commemorative Route 66 Bridge Near Upland, CA

Near Upland, CA Route 66, America’s Main Street Passes Under A Hot Rod Bridge

Claremont

installed some unique markings in the center. Have you noticed that each city has planted unique type of plants in order to differentiate itself from neighboring towns?

Route 66 Welcomes You In Claremont

Welcome to Claremont, CA on #IDroveTheMotherRoadRoute66.com

This is just cruising on Foothill, pretty good progress with occasional stops for lights.

Welcome to

San Dimas.

Welcome Sign In Center Island Of Route 66, San Dimas

San Dimas, CA Welcomes Route 66, America’s Main Street

And then on to

Azusa,

the town with everything from A to Z in the U.S.A.

Azusa, CA Welcome Sign Route 66

Azusa, CA Welcomes Route 66, America’s Main Street

 

Rote 66, America's Main Street, Travels Through Azusa, CA

Azusa, CA Has Its Own Center Island Style on Route 66

 

Foothill Drive-In Theater, Azusa, CA on The Mother Road

Bear Left To Remain on Route 66, America’s Main Street, at The Foothill Drive-In Theater, Azusa, CA

Monrovia

uses its center island to honor those in the Military.

Center Island of Route 66 in Monrovia, California

The Center Island of The Mother Road, Route 66, Monrovia, CA Salutes The Military

I leisurely pass through

Arcadia

Arcadia, CA Bridge

Route 66 Passes Under This Bridge In Arcadia, CA

then on by

Santa Anita Park.

Santa Anita, CA

Rt 66 Passes Through Santa Anita, CA

Just west of here, the road forked. Colorado Boulevard is the right fork, the one to use for The Mother Road. I mistakenly go straight and am temporarily off 66. Realizing my mistake, I go around a shopping center, the racetrack and re-join Colorado Blvd a little later.

I look around for the Little Old Lady in Her Shiny Red Super Stock Dodge, but alas, no drag race today. The Terror Of Colorado Boulevard must be home, taking a nap.

 

Colorado Blvd in Pasadena, CA

In East Pasadena, I Got Back On Colorado Boulevard, As Route 66 is Known Here

Route 66 in Pasadena

East of Downtown Pasadena, CA

Pasadena

is pretty much the end of street road driving until Santa Monica Boulevard in West Hollywood. In Pasadena, I pick up Arroyo south ( CA 110 ) and head toward Downtown L.A.

Arroyo CA 110 South From Pasadena

Following Arroyo South

I then pick up the Hollywood Freeway, the 101, toward Ventura and follow it to the exit for Santa Monica Boulevard.

Arroyo To Hollywood Freeway

NW on The 101 Toward Santa Monica

 

Exit at Santa Monica Blvd on the 101

The Santa Monica Blvd Exit off The Hollywood Freeway

 

Route 66, The Mother Road, is Santa Monica Blvd

At Santa Monica Boulevard, Turn left Toward West Hollywood

Safely back on a street road, Santa Monica Boulevard, I enjoy the drive west toward Beverly Hills. Just a few miles and I’ll be in the City of Santa Monica.

Speed Checked by Radar on Route 66, West Hollywood, CA

Speed Is Checked By Radar All Over California For My Safety. Thanks Guys, But In Front Of A Dispensary? How Fast Are THOSE Guys Flying?

Since getting off the 101 I’ve been driving Route 66 in

West Hollywood.

Traffic is OK. It isn’t that everyone in the western half of the U.S. is headed to the beach at Santa Monica Pier. They are already there, as I will discover later.

 

 

Formosa, West Hollywood, CA

Route 66 in West Hollywood – Santa Monica Blvd at Formosa

 

Route 66 Passes Westward Through West Hollywood, CA

West Hollywood – Center Island On The Mother Road

 

Dan Tana's on America's Main Street

Dan Tana’s Restaurant Along Route 66

West of West Hollywood lies a place that many people, including Jed Clampett, have aspired to reach:

Beverly Hills!

Stars & Stripes in Beverly Hills, CA

Old Glory Flies Over Beverly Hills

 

Rodeo Drive

Corner of Rodeo Drive and Santa Monica in Beverly Hills, CA

 

With a double roar, the lanes split in Beverly Hills! Just like Moses and the Red Sea!

 

Beverly Hills Motorcyclists

Lane Splitting in Beverly Hills, U.S. of A.

Moses may not be here but the Tourists are worshiping at the Altar of Beverly Hills!

Welcome to Beverly Hills!

Tourists At The Beverly Hills Sign

As I drive westward toward the Pacific Ocean, I notice a familiar face.

Ronald Between Beverly Hills & Santa Monica

Ronald, We’re Almost There – Don’t Sit Down Yet!

Then I’m in

Santa Monica.

I don’t know if I even noticed the sign …

I take a left on Lincoln as the GPS guides me south to Pico. Colorado Boulevard is NOT a through street to the Pier, so I’m guided south, west and back north toward the Pier.

Santa Monica Blvd at Lincoln, Santa Monica, CA

Lincoln Crosses Route 66 at 90 Degrees

A right on Ocean and I’ve looped around to the Object Of My Seven Days of Travel!

Santa Monica Pier!

Santa Monica Pier, Santa Monica, CA

At Last! Santa Monica Pier on The Pacific

 

The Pier 2, Santa Monica, California

Another Shot of The Santa Monica Pier

I did not stop at the Pier. I had to leave something undone for next time, when ol’ Buzze will do the entire Road Trip On Route 66 again, but in reverse:

Santa Monica Pier to Adams Street in Downtown Chicago, via Route 66!

Santa Monica & Ocean

Ocean Blvd Looking North at Santa Monica, Just North of The Pier. Turn Right on Santa Monica to Go Home!

 

In six-and-a-half days I’ve traversed most of the continent, traveled many miles, eaten too much fast food, too much good food, took a million pictures, written 15,000 words, had a lot of great experiences and built a lot of great memories which will be x2 on the reverse trip!

I Drove The Mother Road Route 66!

See you on the flip-flop!

Meanwhile, it’s home to Arizona for some R&R, fleshing out the blog and ensuring things are OK at the house!

Buzze A. Long, reporting from the Santa Monica Pier, Santa Monica, California!

 

P.S. Keep coming back.

I’ll be updating the site with a scorecard, many more pages about locations along the way and reflections & roundups!

Thanks for reading and following along!

Buzze, Finished with The Ultimate Road Trip On Route 66.

 

#IDroveTheMotherRoadRoute66


Day Six on The Mother Road | Ed’s Camp, Catfish Paradise, California Here I Come 1

Day Six on The Mother Road Route 66

Last Updated: July 12, 2017. 

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Route 66 is waiting. Up early, the laundry is spinning and the gate of the secret compound is unlocked. As I pack up the Mystery Montana, I’m reminded of all the good times I had while living in Flagstaff.

Monsoon came a little early this year in Flagstaff. Usually coming on July 4, it’s been raining on and off for the past few weeks.The monsoon season in Flagstaff is beautiful. The sky is a brilliant blue, as it is this morning. About noon, the sky clouds up, a little or a lot, then the rain falls. It might fall on you or you may see it 30 miles away, breathing life into the desert.

The Family Breakfast includes blueberry muffins and fresh fruit. Goodbyes are said, then the Pontiac Palace comes to life.

I follow old Route 66 through Flagstaff, make a right at B&N then pass the Galaxy Diner.

Route 66 winds right,

closer to the AT & SF, then left onto I-40.

Camp Navajo is on the left as I exit I-40 at

Bellemont, Arizona.

Taking a right, then a left, I follow Route 66 westward just north of I-40. The hard road soon turns to dirt. Should I turn around? No, I just slow down and enjoy the scenery.

Primitive Route 66 I Drove The Mother Road

Route 66 Gets Dirty West of Bellemont, AZ

 

 

Williams, AZ Ranch

Route 66 Travels Past A Ranch Near Williams, AZ

This area of Route 66 is Open Range. For you tenderfeet, this means that there is no fence to restrain livestock from entering the road. I am following the Beale Wagon Road through this section of The Copper State.

Open Range Cattle Near Williams,AZ Route 66

Open Range Route 66 East of Williams, AZ

Driving over alternate gravel and old concrete West out of Bellemont, I’m reminded that my Grandpap Beatty and Uncle Jim had traveled to Williams on The Mother Road back in the ’40s or ’50s. Grandpap had moved to the east in the early ’40s and had always dreamed of returning to the West.

I took a long time to happen.

East of Williams, I’m driving the same dirt and concrete they drove so long ago. It makes me feel grounded, content, at home.

Bill Williams Mountain is a unique and familiar shape off to the left, guiding me toward his namesake city.

Bill Williams Mountain

Bill Williams Mountain and Livestock – A Picture of The Real West. Bill Williams Is Furthest In The Picture, On The Horizon

It’s a peaceful drive through the Ponderosa Pines toward Williams. The City Limit sign for Williams comes while I’m still in the tall pines:

City Limit Sign for Williams, AZ

Williams.AZ City Limits On #IDroveTheMotherRoadRoute66

The Mother Road does not continue into Williams; nowhere to go but back on I-40 West for about a mile to the Williams exit.

 

 

 

 

 

Under the bridge and pop over the hill into

Williams, Arizona.

The road splits on the east end of town. The parked cop car is on the right as I enter. It has a twin on the west end of Williams.

Williams, AZ Police

The Stationary Cop Car in Williams, AZ

I notice that Pancho McGillicuddy’s is gone. No surprise. The food was good but the place was rarely busy, at least at lunchtime.

Williams, like Winslow, is coming back due to 66ers on The Mother Road. It’s a mix of old & new; old buildings with new businesses selling new merchandise celebrating an old idea: Route 66.

Williams will probably get its own page here on the blog.

 

Back in The Old Days when I worked in this area, I came into Williams for lunch. Feeling a bit playful, I sat down beside this old codger and started moving my arm in unison with his. A few minutes later, a Tourist Gal came down the street and nearly sat in my lap. “Oh, excuse me”, she said, “I thought you were a dummy”. Her loss, not mine.

A few pix

AZWillOldCodger

An Old Codger in Williams, AZ

 

 

 

Williams, AZ Bypassed in 1984

Williams, AZ Was The Last Route 66 Town To Be Bypassed by I-40

 

Williams, AZ Freedom

A Reminder That Freedom Is Not Free in Williams, AZ

and I’m back on the ‘Slab toward

Ash Fork, Arizona: The Flagstone Capital Of The U.S.A.

I know this because it’s on their Welcome Sign.

Ash Fork, AZ

Ash Fork, Arizona Is The Flagstone Capital by #IDroveTheMotherRoadRoute66

I’ve eaten here once or twice before in my travels when I worked in this area. The years have not been kind to Ash Fork. There is at least one new business, a restaurant/bar on the east end, in a new building no less. C’mon back, Ash Fork.

DeSoto in Ash Fork, AZ

DeSoto in The West End of Ash Fork, AZ

I make a left at the west end of town, loop through the eastbound street, back west again. As I take a picture in town a car horn erupts. It’s not just a ‘beep’, it’s a long blast, 10 seconds. A small car with peeling paint and an angry driver. Right here in Ash Fork! I look at it carefully, trying to decipher why anyone would lean on the horn so long in this peaceful little town. Later in the day Karma will catch up with this guy – keep reading!

As I look toward the passenger seat, the thought hits me: blueberry muffins, johhnycake, tomatoes, bananas, apples – there’s no reason to eat any junk food on this leg of the trip!

Tune in tomorrow to see if I can make it to Santa Monica, then home, without hitting a fast food place.

I say goodbye to the Flagstone Capital via a left onto I-40 toward the exit at Crookton Road. I take the exit almost automatically, having driven this route many times.

The Mother Road Route 66

is marked with a painted shield after the cattle grate:

Route 66 Crookton Exit Looking West

Route 66 Crookton Exit On The Mother Road Looking West Toward Seligman

Crookton

to Topock is the longest uninterrupted stretch of The Mother Road. It says so on the sign at Topock. I’ve driven from Crookton to Kingman on my motorcycle, years ago with Tall Paul from Back East, back in ’07. This time, I’ll add the distance to Topock.

As I drive west on Route 66 I get some good advice:

If Huggin’

Is Your Favorite Sport

Trade In Your Car

For a Davenport

Burma Shave (r)

I’ll have to remember that. Later in the day, I’ll pass a row of signs admonishing:

If Daisies Are

Your Favorite Flower

Keep Pushing Up

Your Miles Per Hour.

The area around Seligman has the densest concentration of Burma Shave signs on The Mother Road.

Since eastern New Mexico, or maybe Texas, The Mother Road has followed the AT &SF Railroad. I cross over it at the Historic And World-Renowned Crookton Overpass ™

Crookton Overpass

Crookton Overpass Near Seligman, AZ

and continue toward my next date with destiny:  S’LIGm’n.

The unique shape of Mount Floyd is off to the north. I ease on down the grade, stop, turn to the left and there it is. Seligman almost faded away. It is not fading now. At least 3 tour buses, one of them marked “Rocky Mountain”, are parked on the south side of Seligman’s Main Drag.

Seligman, AZ Tour Buses

Seligman. AZ Is On The Tour Bus Route 66

Seligman

is a big place. It’s growing, in fact it has been divided into two political entities: East Seligman and West Seligman.

East Seligman, Arizona

Beautiful Historic East Seligman, Arizona

West Seligman, AZ

Beautiful Historic West Seligman, Arizona

In fact, it’s the West’s answer to the Twin Cities.

I park, get out and stroll about town. What a beautiful morning to be in S’LIGm’n – the sun is out and the town is lively. Zillions of people are here, many unfamiliar languages on the streets of Seligman. On the west end, there are even some obligatory Japanese tourists with obligatory Japanese cameras taking pictures that will be obligatorily shared after the obligatory return to Japan.

People come to S’LIGm’n from all over the world. Spend your money here in the U.S. of A.

Seligman, AZ

Seligman, AZ IS Open For Business

 

Santa Lives in Seligman, AZ

Santa, I’ve Been A Good Boy – How About Some ICE CREAM For Christmas!

 

Packard in Seligman

My Uncle Harvey Had a Packard Like This One in S’LIGm’n, Arizona

 

Seligman, AZ Restroom Bathing

Dishwashing, Laundering, Bathing and Sleeping in Restroom Prohibited. So what good is it?

 

Seligman, AZ Signpost

Seligman, AZ The Heart of It All

 

I Elected Not To Stay Here ...

I Elected Not To Stay Here …

 

Buzze A. Long in Seligman, AZ

Buzze A. Long Leaves His Mark in Seligman, Arizona

 

There were so many photo-ops, I’ll be giving Seligman its own page.

 

Back on The Mother Road, America’s Main Street, toward the West. I had forgotten that Mesa Country lies to the West of Seligman.

Mesas in Seligman, AZ

Mesa Country Lies West of Seligman, AZ

 

Of all the

towns on Route 66, The Mother Road,

#IDroveTheMotherRoadRoute66.com recommends Seligman, AZ above all others. Ol’ Buzze A. Long says “Don’t miss it”.

The miles unwind. This stretch of The Main Street of America, Route 66, must be 10 miles long, with nary a turn of the steering wheel. The Mother Road is ‘way out there on the horizon.

The Mother Road West of Seligman, AZ

Route 66 Goes On For Miles In Straight Line

Then as soon as I pop over the ridge, another straight stretch. Not much wear on the tie rod ends here in The Old West.

 

I’m on a rez now. The highway drops down the valley into

Peach Springs.

I stop in Peach Springs, get a few photos

A building in Peach springs, AZ

Peach Springs, AZ Building 1

Peach Springs, AZ

Another Building In Peach Springs, AZ

and Keep Truckin’ On toward

Truxton.

Truxton Station by Buzze A. Long

Truxton Station in Beautiful And Historic Truxton, Arizona

The roadside signs have been warning that I’m getting close to

Hackberry.

Hackberry, Arizona is famous, although I forget exactly what for.

I see they’ve put the Welcome Tank out.

Welcome to Hackberry, AZ

Welcome Tank in Hackberry, AZ

Hackberry is also into alternative energy.

Hackberry Alternative Energy by #IDroveTheMotherRoadRoute66

Windmills and Barbed Wire in Hackberry, Arizona

 

I’ve been cooped up in the Coupe since Seligman, so I get out and look around. Hackberry is a Neighborhood Watch Community, so I’m careful where I wander around.

Neighborhood Watch in Hackberry, AZ

Hackberry, AZ Is A Neighborhood Watch Community

I run into one of the many Silent Watchers:

Hackberry Watcher

Keeping An Eye on You in Hackberry by Buzze A. Long

Inside the General Store it is cool. Plenty of souvenir stuff inside, but I’m looking for sustenance. I find it in the back, in a cooler – ICE CREAM on a stick. I make my purchase and move back outside.

Hackberry, Arizona Ice Cream

Ice Cream On A Stick in Hackberry, AZ

A couple of old guys from California come in on Beemer bikes set up for long distance travel. The logo on the back indicates they are Iron Butts.

A few more pix

Hackberry Sheriff

Sheriff’s Car in Front of Hackberry General Store, AZ

 

Gas pumps in Hackberry by #IDroveTheMotherRoadRoute66

Buzze A. Long Got Really Pumped Up About Hackberry, Arizona

Although Hackberry is just one store, I enjoyed it. I had so many pix, I’ll be giving Hackberry its own page soon. To me, it is second only to Seligman on The Mother Road.

Well, time to leave Downtown Hackberry.

I get back on The Mother Road and head West toward

Kingman.

Like most Route 66 towns in the far West, Kingman stretches out along The Main Street of America.

Kingman also has the Welcome Tank out.

Welcome to Kingman, AZ

The Welcome Tank Is Out in Kingman, AZ

Passing under I-40, I move along Andy Devine Avenue which is the local name for Route 66.

Andy Devine Ave. in Kingman

Andy Devine is Route 66, The Mother Road, Through Kingman, AZ

I follow 66 west out of town as it parallels I-40, cross I-40, then make a left.

 

West of Kingman, The Mother Road, Route 66, becomes a Back Country Byway.

Route 66 Is A Back Country Byway

Route 66 Is A Back Country Byway West of Kingman, AZ by Buzze A. Long

The grade is flat, even downward in places, then begins to climb toward Cool Springs.

Cool Springs

Getting Pumped In Cool Springs, AZ

Whoever named this place may have had a sense of humor, the car thermometer is indicating about 107 degrees F. The Mother Road’s most treacherous stretch lies west of here.

The road gets more interesting west of Cool Springs as I drop down into a little valley to Ed’s Camp.

Get Your Kicks on Route 66 at Ed's Camp

Beautiful Historic Ed’s Camp, Arizona

There are many curves and switchbacks on the way to

Sitgreaves Pass.

Just to the west of the pass is a pulloff leading to an area where the cremains of the deceased are scattered. Why here? I don’t know, except the constant supply of wind? Keith Richards wouldn’t like that. You will also see paintings here. Old Glory flies at the pulloff.

Sitgreaves Pass Cremains Repository

Sitgreaves Pass Cremains Repository

 

Sitgreaves Pass US Flag

Old Glory, the US Flag, Flies at Sitgreaves Pass, AZ

 

Sitgreaves Pass by #IDroveTheMotherRoadRoute66

Paintings at Sitgreaves Pass

 

The Mother Road continues down the valley

Sitgreaves Pass West

Descending West on Sitgreaves Pass

to

Oatman, AZ

located at 2700 feet above sea level. I stopped to get a pic of the welcome sign

Welcome to Oatman, Arizona

Historic Oatman, AZ Welcome Sign

but otherwise did not stop in town. There were just asses hanging around, anyway.

 

Oatman, AZ Route 66 The Mother Road

A Couple of Asses in Oatman, AZ

What Hollywood power couple reportedly spent their honeymoon in Oatman?

As I drive west through the suburbs of Oatman,

Oatman, Arizona has suburbs now

Oatman, AZ Is Growing. Here Are the Western Suburbs.

a quote from The Father of Our Country appeared:

George Washington, our first president is quoted in Oatman, AZ

George Washington Quote, Oatman, AZ

“Government is like a fire – useful in the fireplace but if it gets out of its place it will consume everything you own”. Good quote, but it may have been embellished.

As I drive along The Mother Road toward Topock, I am reminded of this area’s volcanic origins.

Topock, AZ Lava

Lava Near Oatman and Topock, AZ

 

If you are still wondering about Karma, about this time a car caught up to me and passed. The car is a little box with peeling paint. It was the horn-honker from back in Ash Fork. Whoosh! and he is around me. He travels along ahead of me for a while, then a blue cloud erupts from under his hood. It’s a harsh reminder that what goes around, comes around. He sits on the berm as I go by.

I drove along looking for

Topock.

I wanted to gas up before leaving Arizona, as I recalled from a previous trip that prices in California were much higher. I was so intent upon finding Topock that I drove right through, or past, it without noticing and out the other side, passing

Catfish Paradise

along the way.

Catfish Paradise, Arizona

Catfish Paradise, Arizona – Is It Paradise for the Fish Or The Fishermen?

There was an area here that had flooded recently.

 

Flooded road Topock, AZ

The Road Had Previously Been Flooded and Covered With Mud

Although it is hard to tell from this picture, large piles of mud were piled head-high on both sides of the road, indicating that the road had been covered in mud recently. When I arrived home in Arizona, I would find that this same storm had created some havoc at my house.

Thinking Topock to still be ahead, I drove all the way to the Colorado River before giving up.

Speedboats on the Colorado River at Topock, AZ

Topock, AZ – Speedboats On The Colorado River

Notice the “Welcome To Topock” sign in the picture above. Here, the Place Of Color River is anything but muddy.

A quick pic of the “Longest Stretch” sign

The longest unbroken stretch of The Mother Road Route 66 by Buzze A. Long

Topock to Crookton, AZ Is The Longest Unbroken Stretch of The Mother Road Route 66

then I hit the GPS looking for gas. It’s 3 miles away, back in Topock. So I did a u-ey and gassed up at $2.19 before heading to Californ-I-A.

Back at the Colorado River, I jumped on I-40 and crossed over into the Golden State.

I-40 at Topock, AZ

Colorado River Crossing on I-40 Topock, AZ

The sign on the first CA exit indicates Route 66. I take it and wind West, but only until it weaves over I-40 because it turns to very primitive road. I turn around and follow it the other way, back to the Colorado. This piece of Route 66 is isolated by the river on the east and desert on the West. Perhaps you could take it west if in a 4WD, but it’s not for me. I got back on I-40 and headed about 15 miles up the road to

Needles.

Taking the exit off I-40, I roll into Needles. First thing I notice is that, man, am I glad I gassed up back in AZ! $3.79! A buck-sixty more than Topock! What a difference a few miles makes.

Gas sign in Needles, California

Needles, CA Gas Prices July 2016

As I drive through Needles,

Welcome to Needles, CA

Needles, CA Sign – Where’s the “Welcome”?

 

Needles. CA Texaco Station

You Can Trust Your Car To The Man Who Wears The Star in Needles, California

 

I notice the temperature. This will be the highest temperature encountered on the trip, 117 degrees F.

Temperature is 117 Degrees in Needles, CA

117 Degrees in Needles, CA On July 5, 2016

 

Near Needles is a sign indicating the

California Gateway to Route 66.

 

Route 66 Californai Gateway Site by Buzze A/ Long

Route 66, The Mother Road, California Gateway

At the same site is a sign reminding me that this is smack dab in the middle of the Mojave Desert.

 

Mojave Desert Sign Needles, CA

Needles, CA Is The Heart of The Mojave Desert

At this stop, I receive a sign:

Signpost near Needles

Signpost Near Needles. Many Miles Traveled, Many Miles Yet To Go. Oh Boy! Amboy Only 85 Miles!

About this time, I leave I-40 for US95 toward Vegas based on the Route 66 shield telling me to exit. I pull over to look at the map, still wondering if this is the right way to be traveling. I decide to risk it by going a few miles further and am rewarded with a sign indicating that a left turn would take me to Goffs, CA.

Those traveling between Needles and Ludlow via

Old Route 66, The Mother Road, The Main Street of America,

should heed this advice: this is the most desolate stretch of highway on The Mother Road. Make sure you have plenty of gas and water.

After traveling through miles of desert, I blinked as I went through

Goffs, California

and almost missed it. This is what it looks like as seen from the west end.

Goffs, California

Goffs, CA As Seen From The West – Don’t Blink When Passing Through!

As I drove on, I noticed that Goffs must be growing, as the train signaling station is called “WEST Goffs”.

As I passed under I-40 prior to Essex, I notice that gas is $4.99 for Regular. Wow!

Essex, California

is on the horizon now. As I drive into town, the sign indicates that I’m still on Route 66, which has been following the National Old Trails Highway for some time now:

Essex, California National Trails Highway

Essex, California Is On Old Route 66 Which At This Point Is Following The National Old Trails Highway

 

Downtown Essex, California

Beautiful And Historic Downtown Essex, California

 

photo of western suburbs of Essex, California by Buzze A. Long

The Western Suburbs of Essex. CA

Through Essex and out the other side, I notice a sign that looks sort of like a submarine near

Restaurant near Cadiz, CA

Cadiz Restaurant, Cadiz, CA

Cadiz.

As I get closer, I see that it is a restaurant that has fallen on hard times. I can see for miles in all directions and there are only a few buildings, most of them just specks in the distance. As I’m looking around I wonder about why this restaurant was built. Now of course, things have probably disappeared since then and people in the middle of the desert probably do get hungry. At the same time, once the restaurant was up and running, where were the employees going to come from? They guy must have had a large family and worked them in shifts.

As the shadows lengthen,

Oh Boy, It’s Amboy

comes into view. Amboy Crater is to the south, but Hot Dog!, Roy’s is right along Route 66.

Hot Dog! It's Amboy, California

The Fabulous Hot Dog At Fabulous Roy’s on Route 66 in Amboy, CA

The Mother Road winds its way across the desert to

Ludlow,

Ludlow Gas Station

An Old Gas Station in Ludlow, CA

where I cross under I-40 and get on it headed west toward Barstow. Thinking that I’ll be cruising into Barstow and hitting the sack soon, I spy an exit for The Mother Road. Oh no, I have to slow down and get back on The Main Street of America. Well, that’s what I get paid to do so I grin and bear it. Under I-40, then as Old Route 66 travels on, it is on the south side of I-40. There are more buildings here. Civilization looms ahead. So does the sunset.

 

The sun sets on Route 66 The Mother Road west of Ludlow, California

The Sun Sets on Route 66 Between Ludlow And Barstow

The Mother Road is now to the north of I-40. Dagnabbett!, it’s too dark to get any pictures around

Daggett!

 

There is a power plant off to the right as I approach

Barstow, California.

 

Traveling Route 66 west toward Barstow, CA

Barstow, CA Is Out There Waiting For Me

On the east end of town, I pull off The Mother Road at a shopping plaza. I debate whether to stop at a fast food to eat or go online but decide against both. Settling in near Sancho’s Cantina, I call it a day – so ends Day Six on The Mother Road.

What a day! Even though I got a late start, about 9:30 AM, this day has been one of the most rewarding and productive of the entire trip. Zillions of pictures and the longest post of the trip!

Miles today: about 375.

Santa Monica awaits tomorrow!

 

Buzze A. Long, reporting from Barstow, California on Route 66, The Mother Road