Tuesday, June 27, 2006

The following is a piece of my catalog of travels from the great state of Virginia to the great state of California, up the coast to Washington (also great), and then back east, back home. Nothing in this account has been embellished and/or fabricated. It all really and truly happened. For real. Seriously. I would not lie to you.

Saturday, June 10, 2006
VIRGINIA

Begin
I'm already behind. The problem is that there were six whole states I had to go through just to get to D.C. But that was accomplished by train yesterday. That doesn’t really count as part of the road trip. So I suppose I can forgive myself and move on.

We're definitely on the road now though. We totally blew off D.C. We awoke this morning after a rip-roaring good night. Weekly Reader won a bunch of awards at The Association Of Educational Publishers Award Ceremony. That made us happy.  :)

But that was then, this is, um, now.

The reason (well, one of them anyway) that we didn't see the D.C. sights is because I saw them last year. And Dan's seen them before, too. Dan is my road trip buddy. He's in the Air Force and I've known him all my life. He keeps us safe. He's good people. I think he's sick of me already, though. Ha! Not really. Maybe.

Led Zeppelin is blasting. The windows are rolled down. And we're in Virginia. Yayyy Virginia! I hear Route 66 is the most famous road in America. We're on it now. I'll tell you something about Route 66. So far ... I'm not very impressed. Show me something, 66! Bring it!

Something's Fishy
Apparently, Virginia is "Kilgore Country". We just passed a barn that announced that fact on a very large banner. I wonder if they mean Kilgore Trout, Kurt Vonnegut's famous character/alter-ego. Probably not. It's probably the local High School's basketball team. Go Kilgore!

"Where should we go?"

"Oh, I dunno. Go to the hoop. Get in the paint!!"

"How about you just drive across the country?"

"That works, too."

Hey, Where'd Bry Go?
There are caverns all over Virginia. We keep passing signs for Shenandoah Caverns and Luray Caverns and even something called "Endless Caverns". Every time we see a sign for a cavern we discuss the possibility of going. By the time we decide that yes, we should go and see the caverns, it's too late and they're gone. It's just as well. I'm sure I would have got lost in the Endless Caverns, fallen down some awful pit and have to live with Gollum and the Ghoulies. Yeah. Keep driving.

Today is all about driving. We have to put many miles behind us now so we have more time to hang out in national parks and Badlands, more time to explore the California coast and mountain ranges. To wit, we must hurry. We're on limited time here.

Verona, Virginia
I just saw two households. They both seemed alike in dignity.

Next stop... West Virginia.

 


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Bryon    Posted by
Bryon
on 6/27/2006
11:55 PM
6/28/2006 2:38:36 AM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)
If you were not impressed with 66, I'd suggest one of several things:

1) Your eyes were closed
2) You are fond of the interstate, Starbucks, McDonald's, and Motel 6
3) You were in the Mojave Desert (which I personally love, mind you)
4) You were on State Route 66 in Pennsylvania
5) You were on Interstate 66
6) You have absolutely no idea what Route 66 is about, didn't take the time to find out, and never once stopped and asked anyone who happened to be nearby.

Here's the deal. Route 66 is the most famous road in the world. It means a lot of different things to a lot of different people, but in the end, Route 66 is what you want it to be. For me, one trip may mean desolation and isolation. The next might mean seeing my (Route 66 extended) family. Another might mean spying what Americana means to thousands of travelers from around the world every year.

If you want to truly experience what 66 is all about, I'd recommend a trip to New Mexico with Jerry McLanahan's EZ-66 book, complete with the prerequisite stay at the Blue Swallow Motel in Tucumcari. Or perhaps a trek across Oklahoma, stopping in at Afton Station, the Coleman Theater in Miami, the Rock Cafe in Stroud, and a not-so-quick visit to Harley and Annabelle - the Mediocre Music Makers - in Erick. Or, sit and stay a spell with Delbert and Ruth Trew at the Devil's Rope Museum in McLean, TX, before visiting with Becky Ransom at the Big Texan in Amarillo and the entire gang at the Midpoint Cafe in Adrian.

Once you have all that down, and you start to understand what makes Route 66 interesting, THEN you can come visit me in Southern California, and I'll explain why 34 National Register of Historic Places Landmarks in Los Angeles County have Route 66 ties, or the wonderful details of the first freeway west of the Mississippi River, or why I'm currently helping in the struggle to save the first museum in Los Angeles and what that has to do with the "Mother Road."
6/28/2006 9:24:25 AM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)
I can't believe the trip is over already.
6/28/2006 10:22:36 AM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)
You do love your Starbucks, Bry. Plus, I have seen you drive with your eyes closed on occasion. Admit it.
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