How do you spell "weary traveler"?
A girl an only take so much . . . neon festooned vintage motels . . . broad vistas of still virgin America . . . rocks, rocks, and more rocks. The road is a little easier to take when it's Route 66 but please fellas, get this lady a pool chair!
The boys, the dogs and I have made it to Seligman, wherever the Skipper that is, they tell me it's somewhere in Arizona. That's after a day's drive from Gallup that included miles on the Mother Road, tours of the Painted Desert, the Petrified Forest . . . AND the Grand Canyon!
Can you believe we had New Mexican Mexican for breakfast and Arizonian Mexican for lunch? I've got a grooms maid dress to fit into on Saturday night!!!
But tomorrow should be an easier time. We're taking some fabulous road through Peach(es) Springs, Hackberry, Kingman, Oatman and Needles (seriously, where do they get these names?) before we drop down to Amboy and leave the Route for a jog through Twentynine Palms and into Palm Springs. (or so David promises).
Ruby, they promise me I'll be there in time for my cocktail hours, start chilling the champagne.
reporting from Route 66
somewhere in Arizona - - - Barbie Doll