November 24-27, 2009 The End of Route 66
Tuesday we saddled up the MoHo and headed west from Barstow, across the desert and into the metropolis of Southern California. We were fortunate to be ahead of the Thanksgiving Holiday traffic and made the trip to Long Beach in good time. We were greeted by (this is getting boring) amazingly warm and clear weather. The weary travelers spent the afternoon enjoying a cold one on Steve and Elena’s (Mike’s middle brother) beautiful patio.
Wednesday we enjoyed visiting with family; our son Marq (from San Francisco) and our grandpup Kahlua joined the So.Cal. Wraights, (Steve, Elena, Morgan, Marina and Mia) for the Turkey Day Celebrations. Let the partying begin!
Thursday was spent enjoying family time, drinking, cooking, feasting and generally having a marvelous time. The meal was a fantastic one, of turkey and all the trimmings, thank goodness for elastic waist bands.
Friday we went to Santa Monica on the Pacific Ocean and saw the END (or it could be the beginning) of Route 66. There, just a few hundred feet from the sand was a bronze plaque marking the culmination of our western travels. It was a bittersweet moment knowing how far we had come and that our trip was nearing its end.