Get your kicks on…
….if you finished the sentence with Route 66, congratulations. If you completed the sentence in song, you are my new best friend! Then again, don’t all those who share a love for travel have a common bond? The wanting to know what is over the bend, what a field of wheat really smells like, and does the Grand Canyon really need to be seen to understand its captivation by so many? What if every American had to travel to every state before receiving their citizenship? Yes, just being born here wouldn’t be enough. Traveling across state borders on Route 66 is like traveling through different era’s of our history. The abandoned gas stations that still have a coffee mug and sales receipts dated 1972 on the manager’s desk. The hotels that once bragged about air conditioners in every room, or the signs that read- Good Eats Here.
Every person born in the city would be able to drive down a road where there actually is nothing but nature, as far as the eye can see. You really can see the stars at night. History would be taught by walking in the ruts left by wagon wheels on the trails west. The life story of Native Americans would be told by their great-great-grandchildren, who continue their ancestor’s customs. An education received while learning compassion, grace and humility.
Route 66…I have traveled it a few times. Every time, I have seen something new and something that has taken my breath away. The scenery, the history, the people….you just can’t forget it.