I love the spirit of the open road! Five years back, I was in Santa Monica, California. I hopped on to Route 66 in my old Mustang and drove all the way to Chicago with nothing but a paper map. It was an incredible journey and I saw some amazing sights.
There’s no better feeling! I know that ride was exciting. Far drive, and a lot to see! All with a paper map. My generation is spoiled because without my phone I’m lost. Lol What’s the best memory you have from the trip?
My best memory? That would have to be from the deserts of New Mexico. I was driving along about thirty miles from the nearest town and I saw a couple cars pulled off near a cliff not far from the road. Curious and with nowhere to be I pulled alongside them. Turns out there was a small memorial there to 5 local men who had been killed in the Korean War. 5 white crosses and burnished plaques standing in stark contrast to the red dirt. It was such a sobering thing in a lonely little place. And a reminder that you never know what treasures you’ll find if you keep your eyes open.
Wow, the things you unexpectedly see when you’re not searching for it. An experience like that is one of a kind! Sad and enlightening. Thanks for sharing your memory. Makes me want to jump in my car and take off.
I love the spirit of the open road! Five years back, I was in Santa Monica, California. I hopped on to Route 66 in my old Mustang and drove all the way to Chicago with nothing but a paper map. It was an incredible journey and I saw some amazing sights.
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There’s no better feeling! I know that ride was exciting. Far drive, and a lot to see! All with a paper map. My generation is spoiled because without my phone I’m lost. Lol What’s the best memory you have from the trip?
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My best memory? That would have to be from the deserts of New Mexico. I was driving along about thirty miles from the nearest town and I saw a couple cars pulled off near a cliff not far from the road. Curious and with nowhere to be I pulled alongside them. Turns out there was a small memorial there to 5 local men who had been killed in the Korean War. 5 white crosses and burnished plaques standing in stark contrast to the red dirt. It was such a sobering thing in a lonely little place. And a reminder that you never know what treasures you’ll find if you keep your eyes open.
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Wow, the things you unexpectedly see when you’re not searching for it. An experience like that is one of a kind! Sad and enlightening. Thanks for sharing your memory. Makes me want to jump in my car and take off.
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Love your use of color in your writing–the blue wheel is wonderful!
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Thank you so much! 😊
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My pleasure!! 🙂
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