A few years ago Pixar put out a little movie called Cars. You might have heard about it.
Well since then I have wanted to drive on Route 66...Badly.
I love a good road trip and &^%$# it I wanted to take a road trip down the Mother Road. In a 57 chevy if I can manage it, but you get the idea.
So we decided to take the kids skiing in Angel Fire, New Mexico for Super Son's birthday. Road Trip Style.
We loaded the kids in the car (in their PJ's) at bed time and set off for the 14 hour drive.
At 5 am we pulled into Santa Rosa, New Mexico for a break. Hero Husband had done all of the heavy lifting while the rest of us snored peacefully in various states of open mouth drooling. Denny's was open. Denny's is always open. Even in Santa Rosa at 5am. The very nice Jeff from Denny's took our order and indulged us as the kids "got out the crazy wiggles" and ran around the otherwise deserted restaurant. Knowing I had a blog post to put up at some point started chatting about Santa Rosa and sensed very little love for the town. Turns out he is from Portland (woo hoo Pacific Northwest) and had been sent out for a few months to cover while a new manager was hired. I can see how you wouldn't be crazy about the town coming from Portland, but as I informed him...It is still bigger than Mason Texas so count your blessings.
The food was greasy greatness for 5 am road trips. I ordered the Moon over my Hammy and could barely say it without laughing and thinking about my new favorite author pick Richelle Mead who I have been told used to eat them in high school.
Back on point...Hero Husband asked if I could drive the rest of the way. We had maybe 3 hours to go and considering I had snoozed in the back seat snuggled up to my favorite 6 (now 7) year old I did.
We turned out of the parking lot and had barely driven a mile before I saw the first sign. Historic Route 66
Another block and I saw the sign for the Route 66 classic car museum. Damn It was barely 6am and I knew they wouldn't be open and the sun wasn't up yet so I couldn't really stop and get a picture.
For the next 2 or 3 miles I smiled and sang to myself getting my kicks as I - Shannonannon - drove down Route 66.
I made everyone in the car swear that they would let me stop on the way back
so while I only drove on it once in the dark at 6am (Hero Husband drove it on the home route) I fulfilled a little dream on our family ski vacation.