Route 66, the mother road, runs alongside highway 40 as it crosses the country east to west. In the sixties, 66 was the road I came to know, going back and forth between Chicago and LA, traveling by car, bus and thumb. It was two lanes of asphalt through endless midwest farmland then slowly giving way to desert and old west culture and finally entering into the palm tree'd wonders of California. It was thousands of miles filled with adventure and discovery for a green Chicago kid.
Traveling the road now, I glimpse the things I once saw fresh. Aged by time and removed from the present they take me back, open the storerooms of my memory. Here are a few pictures, scenes from along the beloved highway; Barstow and Needles, Williams and Holbrook, Petrified Forest and the road that connects them all.
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