Plans have changed. We decided to go to Flagstaff, Arizona tonight for a couple of reasons. One being there wasn't actually a La Quinta in Lake Havasu and they take pets for free, so we're sticking with them. The other being that our 12 hour trip turned into more like 15 yesterday, so we're shooting to make it to Flagstaff by tomorrow :-p. So we're about to hit the road, again.
In my excitement about going to Flagstaff (purely because I could then sing about the city we were in and the city we were going to) I looked up the lyrics I couldn't quite remember to the fullest:
Well it winds from Chicago to LA
More than two-thousand miles all the way.
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.
Well it goes through St. Louie down to Missouri
Oklahoma City looks oh so pretty.
You'll see Amarillo, Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff, Arizona, don't forget Winona,
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernadino.
Won't you get hip to this timely tip
And think you'll take that California trip.
Get your kicks on route sixty-six.
Get your kicks on route sixty-six.
So, all the cities in red are cities we have or will pass through. We started in St. Louis, passed through Oklahoma City, slept in Amarillo, are gonna pass through Gallup and Kingman, Arizona...and our truck with all our stuff is in San Bernadino. And we didn't even TRY to drive on Route 66. My dad would be so proud.
Now that you have that song stuck in your head, it's time to sign off. Happy travels!
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