Pushing up daisies beside itself, that is the actual pavement of Route 66 you see up there. The original Route 66, not to be confused with "old" Route 66 (to the right, which is really the newer road) nor to be confused with Interstate 55 (to the left, with the tractor-trailer rumbling by). This is the original road. The first almost coast-to-coast highway. The first federally-funded ribbon of concrete across the country.
Now, If I could just get a decent cappucino somewhere...
Illinois is flat. Really, really, flat. Grain elevators pierce the horizon, and that's about it. We covered 300 miles from O'Hare this afternoon. Finally got ourselves a car (First they offered a Caravan, then a PT Cruiser, finally got a Chrysler Pacifica. Seven passenger version, so we can pick up plenty of hitchhikers along the way.)
We also did about two-thirds of the driving on 66. (Hey, 2/3rds, 66, ironic, no?) After leaving Chicago we got onto IL53 which is what 66 is currently known as, went through Joliet and Elwood, then stopped for a bite to eat at the Launching Pad in Wilmington.
(At this point I hope you're reading this from the bottom up, because I can't add pictures in the middle of my text. So the next entry is a continuation of this one...)
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Did you snag a piece to bring home?
Bring one for me!
Just got off the phone with you!
Yes, the boys and girls are fine
except of course for Invisible Betsy, but to quote the movie "Airplane", I picked a BAADD
time to cat-sit: mid-to-late-May, shedding season! Even Molly enjoyed some defurring and all three played with the fishing pole.
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