Heading toward Barstow.
After a very (yea) non-eventful trip we arrive at Barstow. I had much worry during the night about the
major “hill” between Bakersfield and Mojave.
We were able to top the hill with a minimum speed of 38 mph. That wasn’t too bad based on the number of tractor-trailers
we passed on the way up. Around Mojave
we saw acres and acres of windmills (power generators). I really wonder how much power is generated
by all of these. We arrived earlier than
planned and took advantage of it to go into town and explore. This was quite a town in the days of Route
66, but today the town is not in too good of shape.
Motel after motel are closed and left with a
dismal look. There is a small museum in
the old railroad hotel dedicated to Route 66.
I was expecting to see things I had never seen being that it was from so
long ago. But everything looked like the
items I grew up with. There was a red 64
½ Mustang convertible,
just like the first car I ever dented. There was a collection of cameras almost
exactly like the one I have at home. I
left thinking that maybe I live in a museum.
One of many "dead" motels |
Route 66 Museum |
64 1/2 Mustang with no dents |
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