A Full Day

30 Sep

After a delicious breakfast in Kotor, we drove to the superyacht marina in Tivat to see this extensive new development. 

  Then passed a small village where they fish right off the road by hand. What a contrast!  

Back into the car and up into the mountains to Skadar Lake national park.   It wasn’t quite as photogenic as promised, but a fun afternoon nonetheless. To top off the day?  What else!?  


29 Sep

The beautiful bay of Kotor. A walled city where we are staying.  

And Budva…

And a private yacht designed to look like a submarine. 

And the prettiest girl in town.  

And more to come. ūüôā


28 Sep

After an overnight flight to Munich we had a 4 hour layover so a quick side trip to Freising and a yummy breakfast.  

Next stop…Kotor, Montenegro.   See you there!


27 Sep

The first step is to decode it. We’re headed off on another adventure and trying mobile entries. Enjoy and comment! 


Final Ride‚ĶFinal thoughts…

10 May

After 2,995 miles, some acknowledgments are in order.¬† There are lots of people who make a trip like this as great as it was and so it’s right to say thank you.¬† To my dear friend Roger who immediately agreed when I proposed this slightly crazy notion in honor of his 66th birthday.¬† To Dollar car rental who worked with us to get just the right car, you don’t think we appreciate it, but we do.¬† To the nearly a dozen hotel front desk clerks that we negotiated with and cajoled who provided us with everything we needed and wanted, with a smile.¬† To the many dozens of Rt 66 shopkeepers, museum people and waiters, waitresses, hostesses and bartenders we met along the way that filled our bellies and our hearts with their hospitality.¬† To Jerry McClanahan, author of the EZ66 driving guide, without whose book we could not have found and stayed on the Road.¬† To the Facebook page called Route 66 Pictures whose members responded to our requests for landmarks with gusto and friendly assistance.¬† And to my wonderful wife who cheerfully covered for me while I disappeared for 11 days, thank you.

Our last day on the Road began in the town of Pontiac, Illinois.  Give credit to the townspeople here who have turned a  sleepy town into something worth making a special trip for.  The center of town is spotlessly clean with various monuments honoring our war veterans in all the wars the US has been involved in that had losses from among the towns residents.  A Pontiac-Oakland car museum on the north side of the square features all the GTOs, Bonnevilles, Trans Ams, Firebirds, and more that you could ever want.  On the east side of the square sits the Rt 66 Hall of Fame, a jammed packed one room hoarders paradise with memorabilia and honororabilia from the Mother Road.  Upstairs are several rooms with giant color photos from all the states the Route hits.  And on top of that, a fine breakfast at The Apple Tree.

We hit the Road for the final stretch and here are a few photos from the day.

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Driving Route 66 is about a journey, not a destination.¬† It’s a journey to remember and a journey to see and hear much of what makes America the place that it is.¬† If there’s one thing that defines the Rt 66 experience it is diversity.¬† Beginning n California, we drove through deserts, mountains, hot and cold, rugged terrain and flat.¬† We drove roads that had switchbacks that gained 500 feet of elevation in a quarter mile, and roads that we so straight and flat one could lash the steering wheel, set the cruise control and take a nap.¬† We met people of all shapes, sizes, colors and life experiences.¬† From tourists, to locals, to back country folks to city people, Rt 66 connected us all and provided the common ground we shared.

Even though we came through big cities, Rt 66 is not a road that most people drive because, for the most part, it is near other, more modern roads, that people use to get from here to there.  As a result, for 11 days there were very few other cars.  We could stop at almost any point to observe or take a photo and not even have to pull over.  Its pretty cool to have the road to yourself, and we did much of the time.

Everyone’s Route 66 experience is unique.¬† Yours will be too should you ever decide to make the drive.¬† If not, I hope that this blog has given you a taste.¬† I know that it has been great to have you along with us.

So, another adventure has ended.¬† You’ll hear from me when the next one is planned.¬† Until then…

The Land of Lincoln

9 May

Leaving St. Louis we passed by Ferguson. It was an immediate return to modern times after living with so much of the past for these last 10 days.

We crossed the mighty Mississippi early and immediately noticed the difference in the landscape.  Trees got leafier, terrain got flatter, and the skies got darker.  Once we got into Illinois nothing could dampen this beautiful country in our beautiful Country.  Rolling hills through farmlands on the backroads of Rt 66 was somehow made all the more special among the raindrops.

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There are scant few sections of the original road through these parts but plenty of nostalgia.

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By midday we had made it to Springfield, Illinois, the capital of the State and the home of the Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library.


We spent an hour in the Museum and it was educational and enlightening. ¬†Interestingly, Lincoln won his first term as President with only 39% of the popular vote. ¬†There were four candidates on the final ballot and as the only abolitionist, the other three split the opposition vote enabling Lincoln’s win. ¬†In the next few years I hope to visit many more of the Presidential libraries around our country.

We found the lovely town of Atlanta, Illinois several miles up the road. ¬†Atlanta has a gem of a spot called the Palm Grill Cafe. ¬†It’s a perfectly restored restaurant that has recaptured its 1935 persona, complete with the uniforms behind the counter. ¬†Where you’re there you’ll meet Luke, the proprietor, and Fonda, who will serve you the best piece of homemade pie you can find.

MSC_6104 MSC_6117Atlanta has another restaurant, this one from 1929 and no longer open, and is presided over by Mr. Bunyan who never goes hungry.

MSC_6091 MSC_6121We dodged the raindrops for the better part of another wonderful day and made for Pontiac, Illinois where we will visit the Rt 66 Hall of Fame next.


There will be one more post from this trip that we’ll bring you, so until then…

Meet me in St. Louis…

8 May

Upon hitting the “Queen City” of Springfield, MO the character of the Road has markedly changed. ¬†There is less of the original road and therefore we are more landmark to landmark. ¬†We have spent the last day traveling through the Ozarks, it’s a type of place that those of us from New England don’t see much. ¬†For example, look closely at the signs on this bar at Devil’s Elbow.


We spent a delightful hour talking with Ramona Lehman, owner of the Munger Moss Motel since 1971. ¬†She and her husband have finally put it up for sale after operating it for over 40 years. ¬†I asked her what she’ll do after it’s sold and her friend shouted over from the other corner of the room “she’ll tell the new owners how to run it!”. ¬†Old habits die hard on Rt 66.

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Of course there are old buildings and gas stations and neon signs along the Road.

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We’ve now covered over 2500 miles ¬†with only a few hundred to go. ¬†My thoughts on the trip are many and I’ll try to put them into some readable condition at the end. ¬†Today we’ll head into Illinois for the home stretch.

We love hearing from you and thanks to those who have left a word or two in the comments section. ¬†We’re watching the weather today and have been thankful that all the severe weather that has passes through has be in the rear view mirror.

Until tomorrow…