Distance travelled 120 miles. Time on the road 5 hours.
Before we set off for the day, we had the pleasure of meeting Ben Labaree, the owner of the red Corvette in yesterday’s pictures. Sandy, Ben’s late wife, started the Corvettes Conquer Cancer Tour charity when they realised that Sandy had incurable cancer and, before she sadly passed away in 2000, they covered over 50,000 miles touring Corvette events to raise money for the charity. Since then, Ben has continued with the Tour, and he has covered hundreds of thousands of miles. I have met a lot of people in my time, and admired a few. Ben falls into that category, and Sandy would too, had I been lucky enough to have met her.
Although we did not travel far today, it was a really interesting journey, and we crossed into another time zone when we entered Texas.
We had a leisurely start and went to ”Kix on 66” for breakfast and, as it is Mothers’ Day here in the States, it was very busy. After breakfast, we drove slowly along Route 66 through Tucumcari to get a few more pictures of the many murals, old motels and gas stations.
We have seen old Whiting Bros. gas stations all over the place. They must have had quite a business empire.
Half a plane in the garden!
Is this the way?
Once we were out of Tucumcari we headed for the Glenrio ghost town which pretty much straddles the New Mexico/Texas border. For most of the day, Route 66 paralleled the Interstate which often appears to be the case.
Spotted this motel en-route, which must be the smallest we have seen so far:
We then got onto just over 14 miles of old dirt road towards Glenrio. Bouncing is not ideal just after breakfast!
The dirt road ran parallel to an old railway line:
and we crossed a number of old wooden bridges ourselves:
Probably the most interesting Route 66 relic before reaching Glenrio was this old Rest Area:
We knew that we were entering Texas as the sign telling us that we were about to come off the unpaved stretch of road, was full of bullet holes!
Although Glenrio is a ghost town, I had read that it has one resident who keeps a couple of aggressive German Shepherds and, as I could hear them barking, we did not get out of the car to take our pictures!
Just after we crossed into Texas we spotted 4 or 5 wind farm windmills, between two hills, and I made the mistake of saying to Pauline that it appeared that a lot of effort had gone into making the wind farm discreet by putting them in a valley. She then spent the next 50 miles; it was literally that big, with hundreds of windmills stretching as far as the eye could see, teasing me about how discreet they were. She came close to walking…
We stopped for lunch at the Midpoint Café in Adrian, and had to wait quite a while for some seats. It is not particularly big and, as well as more than a few Mothers being taken out for lunch, a large party from the local Baptist Church were there too. We had some of their “Ugly Pie” and a drink. Pauline had Pecan, but mine was an exotic mix of Peanut Butter, Chocolate and Banana and, whilst that might sound revolting to some, it was delicious.
The actual Midpoint mileage is 1139 and ours was 1681 at that point. Even accounting for our side trip to Las Vegas, we have obviously been on more of the alternative alignments than we realised!
A few more pictures on the way out of Adrian:
To give a sense of scale, Pauline stood as near as she dare to this old house. However, raised off the ground meant that snakes were a possibility…
In case it is not clear, the sign reads Crock of Gin!
and then on to Vega to “Dot’s Mini-Museum” which was closed for the Winter! A great shame as I have read some excellent reviews.
Some of the small towns, that don’t get much of a mention in the Route 66 guide books, are often the most interesting, and Vega certainly had a lot to offer the tourist:
A restored Magnolia Service Station:
The arrow marks an old Comanche campsite:
Our final stop before our run into Amarillo was at the famous Cadillac Ranch. It was hot!
Unfortunately, to stop off at the shop, to buy spray paint to make your own contribution to the art work on the cars, you need to be travelling in the opposite direction to what we are. The “Second Amendment Cowboy” outside the shop.: