Highway
6 2021
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Day 12 July 2 |
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After my excellent meal and excellent service last night, it's a no brainer for breakfast since they open early. | ||
I'm one of the first ones in the door and they tend to me in short order. | ||
Their hot chocolate is as good as it looks and I can almost make a meal out all the whipped cream on top. | ||
And their omelet and fried taters are some of the best I've had in a while. | ||
After I tend to the business before me and settle up, I notice this lovely pot of flowers at their front door on the way out. | ||
Today is just another day on I40 until I get to Fort Smith, Arkansas. Since I40 'ate' most of Route 66 I still find it ironic that it gets all the attention while Highway 50 and Highway 6 are still pretty much intact and provide a real experience of traveling across America. But I guess nobody did a television program about them so they get lost in the shuffle. | ||
And though I40 'ate' most of Route 66 ... | ||
if there is a buck to be made some enterprising folks will certainly try to fetch it - if all the signs for Route 66 are any indication. | ||
It's not looking good for the home team but it's clear ahead so I ride on. It's always a chance you take that you could end up with boots full of water. But they will dry out as I have learned from experience. | ||
As I pass into New Mexico, I remember that I got the other side when I was out on BlueBelle last year. I find that these signs are almost as impressive as Minnesota's state line signs to me. | ||
Then it's across New Mexico and into to Texas. At least I40 runs across the narrow panhandle and not the broad 'frying pan'. | ||
But as things sometimes go, I get stuck right in the middle of a Texas size backup where somebody has decided to turn their vehicle upside down. | ||
As I near Amarillo, the half way point across the pan handle, I see a familiar cross to my left. This one stands at 190 feet tall and is one of the largest in the world. | ||
And a little further along is the Britten water tower which reminds me how the world is out of kilter without the One who died on the Cross. | ||
I am really hoping that those ominous clouds stay where they are instead of drifting across I40. | ||
Before long I cross over into Oklahoma and I know I have but one more state line to cross and I will be at the motel for the evening. | ||
But once again I am caught up in a traffic jam of massive proportions. And I see up ahead that there is storm brewing and I am like a sitting duck. | ||
But I get through all of that and finally cross my last state line of the day. | ||
It's late when I pull in and I have to really rush as the only close restaurant closes in less than thirty minutes. | ||
But I get it in the wind and make it with some time to spare and for that I am very thankful. | ||
This particular chain has a restaurant in a nearby town back home, so I am somewhat familiar with their menu. It don't take me long to order up a mighty fine salad to start with ... | ||
a nice ribeye and mashed taters to get going ... | ||
and a lovely chocolate concoction to finish up. Did I tell you that I really like chocolate? | ||
This was one of the longer days in the saddle on this trip but I knew that up front. Tomorrow I should be back in the Holler and it will hopefully be a much shorter day - in miles and in saddle time. With enough grub to feed a small battalion in my belly, it don't take long before I become a casualty of the effort and succumb to the old rack monster. | ||
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