The Leaning Tower of Texas caught our eyes as we left Texas and entered Oklahoma .
The tiny city of Sayre, Oklahoma welcomed us
The Sun Sets on Route 66 (Route 66, Chapter 7)
At the Cross (Route 66, Chapter 6)
Ron was hoping to see ranches, but Texas is a BIG state and there weren’t very many ranches this far north, in the panhandle. We did see a few, and I was fascinated with their old windmills.. catching pics of all I could see along the road.
Where is Everyone? (Route 66, Chapter 5)
We could often see Route 66 running parallel to the Interstate. We slipped onto the actual Mother Road as often as we could. And in New Mexico, we had opportunity several times.
You don’t even have to ask – (Route 66 Chapter 4)
Still in Arizona, we continued traveling west on Route 66, literally I-40 at times, but I liked knowing it was as close to the original Mother Road as we could get! We hoped to reach Grants, New Mexico before dark.
The Corner – We own it! Route 66 (Chapter 3)
You do something – you hear something – you remember something – you experience something – you see something – it sticks with you. You were impressed, touched, stirred.
Takin’ it Easy – Route 66 (Chapter 2)
You never know what to expect driving I-40, Route 66 – the Mother Road.
When we left Needles, California on that beautiful morning ( see my last post) of course we entered Arizona immediately. Desert all the way.
Get Your Kicks . . . Route 66 (Chapter 1)
“If you ever plan to motor west
Travel my way, take the highway that’s the best
Get your kicks on Route 66″
You’ve heard it. Even if it was before your time, which it probably was.
If a Bear Growls in the Woods, . . . – Post 10 from “The Getaway . . .”
That last day of our northern getaway, we drove on to revisit and re-create the final sites from my memories in 1955. In this case, I’m glad only the photo setting was recreated – not the actual event that occurred here at my grandpa’s cabin many years ago.
I was just a wee one. My family was at the cabin – a small log cabin in the deep woods, just south of L’Anse, Michigan, located on a sandy road on the way to Little Mountain.
The Last Waterfall of the Trip – And I Missed It! Post 9 – From “The Getaway . . .”
Daddy bought a new Kodak 3 mm in 1955, so my family, including my brother and sister, inherited a plethora of photos, most preserved in slide format. Some years ago, I transferred these slides to digital form, saving them on disks for my family. I’m nostalgic, to say the least. I thrive in a mid-century décor shop. Program my TV to record 40’s and 50’s movies on Turner Classic. So when I view those digital photos or browse through my mother’s photo albums, I seem to “go back in time.” And I love it!
I’m a Constant Guest in the Secret Place – Post 8 – From “The Getaway …”
(You’ll hear waterfall in addition to the music on this post. If it’s distracting, feel free to mute either as you read.)
When I became a Christian, I became a new person in spirit. Naturally, my spirit yearns to shelter in the comfort and protection of the Father. The Psalmist refers to that place of shelter as the secret place of the Most High God, El Elyon. (Psalm 91:1) And when we dwell, actually reside, in that secret place, we find rest. Rest of mind – peace – assurance. Isn’t this kind of rest what we really want? I do.
Some places on this earth, even right here in Michigan, would make amazing secret places.