This morning we turned onto Route 66, the old highway that stretched all the way from Chicago to Los Angeles. It is now a historical highway and while it wasn’t busy, it was clear that we weren’t the only tourists.
The first place we stopped, there was a fake gas station with a vintage car parked in front of it. Inside were booths set up to look like in the sixties. You could buy lots of things including a copy of Elvis’ driving license. I bought a Route 66 Beer (root beer).
We stopped so that Louise and Morgane could tour the Grand Canyon Caverns. They had a good underground visit and took lots of pictures. I’ll have to post some of them later.
Ghis and I took Carmanah on a walk through the snow, which she loved! She saw a rabbit run by and she started to chase after it, but she was so terribly slow that we could only laugh and applaud her spirit. We also met some friendly, gentle horses.
We had lunch at the Roadkill Cafe. The food was normal, but the names of the dishes weren’t very appetizing. Their motto was: You kill it, we grill it.
After lunch we just kept driving so we could get to the Grand Canyon before dark.
