Get Your Kicks….

This is my unofficial 66th post on this blog. I keep it lo-tech so you won’t be able to hear the fanfare or the party going in the background. So many things to write about but I suddenly need to talk about Route 66. The song was written by Nat King Cole. Here’s a bit of that.

If you ever plan to motor west,
travel my way, take the highway that is best.
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.

It winds from Chicago to LA,
more than two thousand miles all the way.
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.

Now you go through Saint Looey
Joplin, Missouri,
and Oklahoma City is mighty pretty.
You see Amarillo,
Gallup, New Mexico,
Flagstaff, Arizona.
Don’t forget Winona,
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernandino.

Won’t you get hip to this timely tip:
when you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.

I once drove from Charlottesville, VA to the Grand Canyon and back in under a week. I was not going through a good time. Needed some space and to keep away from people. I didn’t have a cell phone at that point and found myself in a couple predicaments. Along the way I noticed this road that looked like it was made for a movie or a freakish preservation society. I’ve wanted to go back and do it again. But the idea of it seems selfish. Between gas, the impact on the environment, and my inability to survive off convenience store snacks, I think I might hit the Appalachian trail instead.