Intro

Several years ago we were visiting our son in California with our grandson along. One of the day trips I wanted to take was to the Santa Monica pier, which happens to be the end of Route 66. I tried to explain to him the significance of Route 66, what it meant to me, etc. I could see he was politely listening but thinking whatever it takes to get grandpa to take me to Disneyland. We agreed that one day he and I would drive the famous highway, or what is left of it. I have spent the years since then planning the trip and feeding him points of interest. That was then, this is now!

Why Route 66? I don’t have a good answer other than it’s what I have always wanted to do. Maybe its the TV series Route 66 I watched as a youth: Buz and Todd in a Corvette driving the open road. Maybe the surreal images of larger than life fixtures of animals and painted buildings and billboards to relieve the traveler of money. Or the smell of the desert in the morning. Not sure, but I can’t wait for the open road for me and Aidan.

I am a living example of why the good Lord watches over fools. I pray He will bless and watch over Aidan and I as we take our adventure.

So, if you are still interested, hop in the car with us for the next six days as we travel from Tulsa to Santa Monica.