Our summer trip has begun, and to distinguish it from other trip reports, I've decided to call this the "History Trip". As the trip report progresses, you all should understand exactly why it's titled that way!
DAY 1 - OUR HOME TO HOLBROOK, AZ - 10 hrs., 51 minutes
Our morning began at 4 am with last minute trip prep and loading. Our truck was full not only with our own stuff, but with things heading for Missouri, Kansas and Colorado. Much of the stuff for those destinations had been loaded in the truck several weeks ago, as a storage place as well as to see how things were riding. (I should say that we are normally early risers anyway, so 4 am isn't unheard of, for us.)
We had hoped to depart earlier than 5 am but we were only a few minutes later. The drive was uneventful until the Cajon Pass, where CalTrans unwisely took traffic from 6 lanes down to 2 (plus the truck lanes), then eventually took those 2 truck lanes down as well, for construction. It delayed us at least 10 minutes.
Breakfast stop was at IHOP in the Lenwood area in Barstow. Then our next stop wasn't until Kingman, where we picked up fuel at Smith's Grocery and Gasoline.
More construction along the way took us down to one lane in each direction. Our next stop was at the Pilot just west of Flagstaff, for pit stop, getting something from the cooler to drink, and to stretch our legs. Then we didn't stop until the hotel in Holbrook. The woman at the Pilot station said that much of the construction was re-doing a sloppy job from the wrong materials put in last summer!
Along the way today we started to count a certain brand of commercial truck, and trains. We couldn't get over counting 41 trucks and 30 trains! It got so that we had to keep track (in pencil) in a notebook.
The Quality Inn here was decent. We tried the pool, though, and it was like ice. Neither of us got in past our thighs, it was actually painful. The front office also gave us recommendations of local restaurants rather than just relying on Denny's. We walked a half mile down to a place that was half bar/grill, half Italian. We sat on the Italian side and enjoyed Fettucine Alfredo (Warren) and chicken cacciatore (me, though I didn't eat about half of the pasta).
Crossing the Colorado River from California into Arizona along I-40 just east of Needles, AZ. Yes, it's a windshield shot, as there's no place to pull over and take photos!
IMG_6401 by jeanniesisters, on Flickr