I finally made it to Route 66! Can anyone guess which motel I’m staying in tonight?
I asked Sarah Hancock, the lady checking me in “how many guests are staying here tonight?”
“Counting you?” she replied then a long pause... “Two.”
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It appears there’s a “coffee crisis” at the Wigwam Motel. They offer none. So I’ll have to walk the two blocks to Tina Bop’s Coffeteria (I just threw a dart at the name of the place. Sarah Hancock told me, but I wasn’t really listening).
So instead of sleeping, which is what I really want to do right now, I’m perusing Holbrook City Laws to see if there is an ordinance against walking the morning streets in pajamas and slippers to get coffee.
I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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Day Six: I’m stopped for the night at the famous El Rancho Hotel & Motel in Gallup, NM right on Route 66. That’s Leroy...he checked me in. Each room is named after a movie star...I’m in the William Bendix room. ... I’ve never heard of him either.
She rolled the windows up, cranked the volume up to eleven, laid her seat back, and closed her eyes, lost in the moment.
Day Six: I love waking up without an alarm. There’s a reason it’s called “alarm” and I can’t think of any good ones.
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