Would like to offer suggestions, but my route 66 trip was in summer 1969, with a friend of my dad (Bill) and his son. Was entering HS that fall. We were in a ’67 Riv and old Bill, would get it going around 100mph or so on some stretches. Nice it had AC as when getting out, the heat was like a blast furnace. Remember signs saying last chance for gas, no gas for the next 100-miles.
Bit of memories, remain. Somewhere in west TX, middle of nowhere, we stopped at an old gas station. In front was the owner I guess, sitting on a wooden chair, tilted back against the wall. Weathered old guy in a straw cowboy hat, boots, dusty western shirt that might have been white at one time. Tall lanky guy. We pulled up to the pump and he sat there until we stopped, before getting up. Said about nothing as Bill said fill it up, hi-test. After the fill, he meandered back to his chair sitting back down as we drove off. Just wondered even then, what that guy’s life might have been all about sitting in nowhere. No other buildings for miles. We would drive 20-30 miles without seeing another car.
Later on in AZ, stopped at some Indian outpost selling trinkets next to the Grand Canyon. Walked over to the edge trying to look down, the ground was sandy sloping to the edge. Threw some rocks over and got a bit too close trying to see those land as I slipped onto my *** sliding nearer the edge. Scrambled like nuts first on my back then rolling on my belly to get away from the edge. Yeah, that recollection still sticks, lol. Didn’t mention this to Bill as he wasn’t the sort to let one forget being a dumb-***.
