Now we were looking forward to another one of our favourites – maybe the favourite: Arizona Hotsprings, just south of the Hoover Dam.
We also wanted to drive on the historic Route 66 – or rather the remaining stretch out here in the west – for a while. Here, on the narrow, a bit bumpy road, still early in the morning, we met hardly a car for kilometres at a time. We passed the small town of Seligman with its nostalgic (or should I say kitschy?) tributes to times gone by when Route 66 was in its heyday. This time I paid closer attention to the 'Burma Shave' signs between Seligman and Kingman, at some time probably designed to keep drivers from falling asleep on long trips with their 'poetic' offerings. From a distance already you can spot the red signs, always four of them spaced so that you can comfortably let the words of one sink in before reaching the next. Here are a few examples:
"He tried to cross/when fast train neared/he wasn't drafted/he volunteered."
"If hugging on highways/is your sport/trade in your car/for a davenport."
"Cattle crossing/means go slow/that old bull/is some cow's beau."
And my favourite:
"If daisies are/your favorite flower/keep pushing up/those miles per hour."
We had
a huge burger and fries at Mr. D'z Route 66 Diner for lunch, another
'obligatory' stop on that route, and by 2 pm we reached the parking
lot at mile marker 4, the trailhead for the hotsprings.
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