May 18, 2016
When I departed Ludlow, CA this morning I had no idea that my Route 66 journey would end today. I would never have been able to make this trip without the superb guidance provided in Jerry McClanahan’s book ‘EZ 66’ Route 66 Guide for Travelers 4th Edition. When I started this journey I had downloaded a couple of Route 66 guides in Kindle version and pdf versions. While these books provided the cities to pass through and a little of the path, nothing I had provided a turn by turn guide like the ‘EZ 66’ book has provided me. I would have been lost so many more times than I was. Yep, I turned around more than once to catch the correct Route 66. A lesson I’ve learned is that traveling solo isn’t the greatest way to do something like Route 66. It would have been nice to have someone to share this fantastic adventure with but a navigator or another set of eyes on the map, the guide and the road would have been helpful too.
So I leave Ludlow and ‘go west young man, go west’ take off into the morning mist. Visible for quite some way is the Amboy Crater and there are National Landmarks from the Dept. of the Interior along the way. The lava flow even extends across Route 66 at points.
Next stop was Newberry Springs and the Bagdad Café. I want you to know that I exercised great restraint and refrained from getting their t-shirt.
The Bagdad Café of movie fame had a large group of European motorcyclist departing as I arrived.
In Daggett I took a side street to get a photo of the Desert Market and the 1880’s garage.
When I reached the Marine Corps Logistics Base I almost continued on Route 66 as I am a retired military officer. But I kept to the security aspect of ‘not necessary’ for me to travel through when I can take a quick detour to the other end of the base.
Barstow is next on the route. I don’t know what the pit is for but this whole thing looked like it should be photographed.
I just love the 3D effect of this wall mural.
I just don’t know what this is but it looked old so I took a picture. Just more junk beside the road – er I mean more oddities beside the road.
As I’m traveling between Barstow and Helendale I found this sign. Don’t know what the company does but that’s a catchy name!
Just west of town is all that is left of a Polly gas station.
Oro Grande obviously hosts many bikers.
An odd sight caught my eye as I looked across the terrain. Up on top of the rise was a group of planes. A graveyard of sorts?
There was a whole little community all closed up. I hope that some of these attractions become lively and profitable for their owners as summer draws near.
A majestic 1930 ‘Modified Baltimore Truss’ bridge carries Route 66 over the Mojave River.
Victorville, CA is next up with a route 66 museum. Or at least I thought there was a museum on D street between 5th and 6th streets. But I guess I missed it – not having a navigator and me having to watch the road!
Springtime is an awesome time in the desert. Look at this blooming Yucca.
On the old road near Cajon Summit there were lots of old vintage Route. Notice on the side of the traveled road the unused ‘Eastbound’ Route 66 lanes.
In San Bernardino Route 66 isn’t just an American celebrated ‘Mother Road’.
From this point on the towns just blur together as a continuously populated area. I tried to catch some of the signs and some of the features peculiar to the area where I could. But traffic was flowing and I’m in an RV towing a Jeep!
Rialto provided another WigWam motel. This franchise didn’t have the old cars and trucks like the last one I photographed.
I needed to pull over for a moment and discovered a ‘Mans Cave’ store across the street!
Some of the different Route 66 markers.
I missed the trail head and turned around in this parking lot.
Foothill Blvd is Route 66 for miles.
In Upland is the ‘Madonna of the Trail’ statue.
There are hundreds of Lilac Trees that help overcome the stench of the ever present smog.
Just a random photo I took of a pristine old (I think) Ford Ranchero.
Signs are about the only way you can tell you’ve gone from one city to the next.
The remnants of a Drive-In movie theater. I wonder how many are left in the nation?
Santa Monica Blvd
If you look hard (while driving in traffic) you can spot the Route 66 signs.
A music store with lots of neon lights.
I must be in Hollywood.
I think maybe it’s West Hollywood. These PRIDE signs were on every pole
I couldn’t but think of Libby and Alexis when I saw this sign. Now they can come to LA from Seattle to visit the wizards. In fact this area reminded me of Capitol Hill in Seattle with all the rainbow sidewalks and flags.
I kept looking for the old truck Jed Clampett drove with Granny, Eli May and Jethro.
Rodeo Drive! Get out your pocket books and buy a souvenir.
The infamous Betty Ford Clinic.
The end is here. Olympic and Lincoln Street is the official end of Route 66 in Santa Monica, CA.
But I had to go to the Santa Monica Pier before heading up the Pacific Coast Highway. Too bad the streets are crowded and no place for me to park.
Now I’m off on another adventure! The PCH – Pacific Coast Highway.