We’re on our final day of driving. Hard to believe that we’ve been on the road for nearly 2 weeks. 1,700 miles from our humble beginnings in NYC to Memphis, and another 2,400 miles on Route 66.
As if the journey wasn’t long enough, we’re ending not at the original end of Route 66 in LA, but in San Francisco to return our 3 RV rentals. Nearly 500 miles to go.
The rest of the group left before us this morning, so it’s Just Calvin and I left in our RV. We’re cutting across the entire state of California today, from Needles to San Francisco.
We’re just 2 hours in and we’re already drowsy. This becomes our salvation: a creepy, abandoned house on the side of the road, in the middle of Nowhere, California. We couldn’t resist getting out to stretch and explore.
What was the story behind the house? Broken glass and tape cassettes (yes, remember those?) litter the floors and what looked like a cozy fireplace and family home. The kitchen that was once painted bubble gum pink has been redecorated with graffiti and a nice sprinkle of gun shot holes.
Hour 3: Why are windmills so mesmerizing? We passed by this field of them near Bakersfield, CA.
Hour 4: We’re in need of a snack break. An unexpected Farmer’s Market in Bakersfield, CA saves the day.
We pitstop for fresh California fruit, fried meat pie (so good), and mini nap in the RV. I love this mobile sleep machine.
California sunshine in the form of juice and sugar. This was badly needed.
The sun is setting and we still have 4 hours to go. Another mini nap, another snack stop, and we’re off!
It’s 2 am. FINALLY. We’re at the so-called 2 mile bridge entering San Francisco, which feels like 20 miles right now. We’ve made it from one end of the state to the other. Good night.