This is the second (or first, depending upon the direction you travel in) WigWam motel on 66, and Sherry is happy to report they are spotless. The proprietors were gracious enough to allow us access to one, as well as the grounds. Of course, I’m sure they get a lot of yahoos like us (or a fair number, at least) stopping in to see what these are like, so perhaps the teepee we saw is kept pristine for PR purposes only. Whatever, Sherry said she’d stay there, given the chance. Of course, Rialto, California is less than 20 miles from downtown LA, so it never could have been on our schedule, given the location. But we had to stop and look anyway.They are very nice; double bed, TV, bathroom with shower, A/C (or ‘refrigerated air’, in road motel parlance) Gideon Bible and all. Plus a pool. (Not in the room, of course.)
Other than these, 66 through California has little to offer in the way of sights; the haze in the air takes care of that. Even the desert was more pleasant to look at, I'm afraid. (Apologies to our California friends. We love you, we just can’t stand the southern part of your state. If it’s any consolation, we’re not that fond of the southern portion of our state, either, which is why we’re eventually headed to Vermont.)
There are bits and pieces of the original road to be seen on either side of the byway from Barstow to Santa Monica, a few decent neon signs and some abandoned motels and gas stations, but the early morning blue sky quickly turns into the late-morning gray haze which lasts the whole day, following us all the way to the Santa Monica Pier.
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