The last day of Route 66!
Confronted at breakfast by the mocking Messieurs Field and Rogers who have picked up on the blog that the line- up of amigos in the photo taken at Calico Ghost Town is incorrect. Following my previous attempt at getting into the wrong car the previous Day I accepted that I had made an error and set off back to my room to do a mea culpa on the blog. On checking the photo emailed it turned out, much to the chagrin of M and D,that Gail had incorrectly transcribed the details when adding the photos to the blog.
With at least MY reputation intact we set off to find the famous McDonalds Museum, but all to no avail. We initially blamed Jerry but we the pick up the fact that the Museum was in fact at the corner of 14th and E Streets and not 14th and I streets. Fred sort of admits his error and we head off out of San Bernadino.
Photo op at the Wigwam Hotel in Rialto and shortly afterwards Fred, in a screech of tyres treats us to a bit of drag racing as he moves off from the traffic lights. A sign of things to come.
We then proceeded through a number of attractive suburbs and at Upland we stop to photo what is apparently the twelfth and last of the Madonna of the Trail statues along Route 66. Thanks to Jerry we had not been aware of the previous eleven!
David at the 12th Madonna of the Trail Statue
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madonna_of_the_Trail
On through Claremont, Laverne,San Dimas,Glendora,Azusa,Duarte ( where we do 2 U-TURNS ) to Monrovia where we find an excellent coffee shop, Friends Cafe.
Of the other supposedly notable sights in Monrovia the historic Shell Service Station has gone but we do locate the impossibly ugly Aztec Hotel. The hotel was designed in a style the architect termed ‘ Mayan Revival’ but the name Aztec was used because it was thought that the Americans would consider it less obscure and more readily identify with it! The ever- pragmatic Americans.
Continue on through Pasadena and the north-eastern suburbs of LA and it would be remiss of me not to mention the amazing driving job Fred does, calling on all his previous experience of living in LA.
We finally travel along iconic Sunset, Wilshire and Santa Monica Boulevards to arrive at the Palisades Park at the intersection of Santa Monica Boulevard and the ocean.
Good Coffee at Studio City LA.
Santa Monica Boulevard
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!
Photo op in front of the Route 66 marker.
Memorial to Will Rogers at the end of “The Mother Road” in Santa Monica
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Will_Rogers
Mick will head home on Saturday and the rest of us will stay for a couple more days in this frenetic city. What better way to end the blog than to report that on arrival at the hotel in Pasadena we are informed that each room only has one single king-sized bed. Much hilarity and I won’t even go near some of the jokes flying around! However, we accept our fate and look forward to an interesting night’s sleep.
As this is the end of this blog it’s an opportune moment to think back on the last 3 weeks.
Firstly, the practical things. More than a third of my clothes have remained unused, among them 2 pairs of long pants, 2 sweaters, 1 fleecy top, board shorts, 1 sleeveless top, 1 rain jacket, another heavier jacket and 3 t-shirts ( as distinct from polo tops ). I have recently come to the conclusion that, given the ravages of time and Dr Sharma’s work on me in February, t-shirts are no longer the go for me. My neck has become a victim of gravity and on sunny days of which there have been plenty on this trip, I bear more than a passing resemblance to a turkey with sunscreen on!
We all have our own highlights to savour. Mine are probably being terrified on the Sandia Peak Tram, the ageless and awe-inspiring view of the Grand Canyon, Santa Fe and the engineering miracle of the Memorial Bridge at the Hoover Dam. On a humorous note was the close call that Fred had at Emma Jeans’s Cafe when he asked the waitress “what size are your” only for her to walk away in mid- sentence. He assures us that he was referring to the burgers on offer but we could have had a nasty incident.
However, what will live long in my memory is the remarkable camaraderie which four mates, with their disparate personalities and idiosyncrasies , have been able to foster during 3 unforgettable weeks.
What the Americans, with what one has to say is their never-ending kindness and courtesy, have made of our banter goodness only knows but we have arrived without being arrested or shot at so we must have done some things right.
The blog would not be complete without a mention of our little red Dodge Grand Caravan which has withstood being driven over kerbs, rutted roads, screeching to a halt and having go through innumerable U-TURNS. We could not have asked for a better mode of transport.
As the last person to sign up for what has been for me the trip of a lifetime I would like to say a huge ” thank you ” to the 3 Amigos for giving me the opportunity to travel across this magnificent country. If one could bottle what we have experienced during the past 3 weeks the world would be a far better place.
Finally, thanks to the blog-followers for their encouragement and comments. Writing a blog is inevitably somewhat self-indulgent and in my case a bit prolix ( I can see Gail and Craig nodding in agreement ) but I hope that it has given you all an insight into the adventures of 4 old amigos.
Signing off until the next trip
Cheers
The Obese Ferret.
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