Our first stop was in Tehachapi, CA. We rolled in just after dawn to visit the Avenue of Faces and give Jake a chance to run. By the way, scroll down and look at the right side of the blog. Take a look at my Instagram pictures for various photo-ops throughout the drive.
Our diet was not kind to us today. Nope, not at all. It read like a scene of out of Supersize Me. So, it's important that we get exercise. Ha - yeah, right! We'll worry about that when we get to MD. Until then, I'll use the term lightly. Here I am getting my kicks on Route 66.
At certain moments in one's life, one must make the decision of which fork in the road to take in life (metaphorically and literally). It reminds me of the poem, "The Road Not Taken", although some would say, in this regard, I ended up choosing the road most taken.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
- Frost
That's some deep stuff, yeah? ...thank Ali for that! Now, back to the shallows!
Generally speaking, always be weary of roads so well branded in our psyche that it need no marketing, advertising, or PR department. More specifically though, under NO circumstances should you choose Route 66 instead of Interstate 40. Ever! I'll admit that they both run East-West and 66 has it's quaint sections that call to you. However, 66 is the highway equivalent of the prettied-up Grant St section of SF Chinatown in SF.
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