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St. Louis, No Arch
Jun. 29th, 2007 03:14 pmAlthough I can name some people who need to . . . ANYway
Route 66 Day 2:
Today, it rained. That was what happened. Rain. We drove in the rain, stopped for the best damned maple syrup ever in the rain, stopped at Dixie Truck Stop which is a museum to the relabeling of the old route in the rain, drove some more, went through this town that has a Paul Bunyan lumberjack statue holding a giant hot dog (will think perverted thoughts, will think perverted thoughts) in the rain. It rained particularly heavily through a town named Lincoln, somewhat North of Springfield, Illinios. It briefly stopped in a place called Litchfield, and that lasted over the bridge to St. Louis. Then it started raining again, and rained all through getting lost in St. Louis. It was drizzling when we stopped for ice cream/dinner. Then it poured again as we drove to Fenton. I’m in a motel six, and there’s more rain on the way . . .
Driving started at a time that was actually 9:35, but my computer is still on Eastern -_-;;
It took us maybe an hour to get to Funk’s Grove. Funk is a family name. They make maple syrup. MW had an umbrella. This is the umbrella that I didn’t buy last year in Scotland. So she took out the umbrella, and I got soaked. We got delicious samples, bought a pint, and talked to a Funk who knew every stop from there to Lincoln by memory.
Dixie Truck Stop was . . . a truck stop. It had lots of really kitschy gifts. But Route 66 Book recommended the pie. It wasn’t really good pie, either. The museum was good, though.
The giant Paul Bunyan. If you haven’t read it yet, read Dr. McNinja. Also, he had a giant wiener. [snerk]
Lincoln, the only town named for President Lincoln during his lifetime. I think that’s its only distinction. We got lost again. We got unlost again. I made the point that while I love him, my father could not have done this. Period. All the getting lost and unlost we do (I don’t mention it all, but we did at least 30 miles today that’s not on the route) would drive him nuts.
For lunch, there was a restaurant called Ariston after the Greek word aristos, superior. The food there really wasn’t, but it was expensive. The lemon-cream pie we shared for dessert, however, was superb.
Then we went to cross the Mississippi River into Missouri. But first, we had to visit the original bridge. It’s old. We walked out over the river. Remember, it had been raining all day, and there was another storm coming in from the East. Also, it was eighty. The bridge was at least two miles long, even considering that we only walked half way and then came back. There was, for some odd reason, a bike rack as the dividing thing for the states there, so I took a picture. Then we went around and I took pictures of the bridge and some random fishing people.
We took I-270 over the Mississippi, and got lost in St. Louis. We didn’t do the Arch and all that stuff because three years ago, we drove the Mississippi from where the Missouri tributaries into it all the way to Memphis, and we did that last time. Eventually, we unlost ourselves, right across the street from a ice cream place that Route 66 Book recommended, so we went there for dinner. Yes, dinner was ice cream. Envy me.
Now we are just outside of St. Louis, in a hotel without WiFi, so I’m writing this to post for whenever I can. Tomorrow, we hope to get across Missouri, right about Kansas. The first town we’re going to pass through is called Fenton . . . just a Thing I though would be of interest to you ladies.
Emmy, MW says we’re coming over on the way back. I don’t know. We can’t make Wichita tomorrow at this rate anyway, but you can call and let me know if you’d prefer Sunday, since we won’t be driving on Saturday, or next week . . . if I don’t answer, leave a message. I don’t talk and drive at the same time, and if I let MW pick you up she’ll try and drill you for info. I’ll call back when we next switch drivers, no more than two hours since that’s how often we switch.
Last thing, gas where we are is around $2.80 per gallon. I’d be happy, but the Vehicle’s tank is only 16 gallons, dinky, and we aren’t getting very far. We had to refill twice yesterday and once today, about noon. This is typical.
Now, sleep.
Route 66 Day 2:
Today, it rained. That was what happened. Rain. We drove in the rain, stopped for the best damned maple syrup ever in the rain, stopped at Dixie Truck Stop which is a museum to the relabeling of the old route in the rain, drove some more, went through this town that has a Paul Bunyan lumberjack statue holding a giant hot dog (will think perverted thoughts, will think perverted thoughts) in the rain. It rained particularly heavily through a town named Lincoln, somewhat North of Springfield, Illinios. It briefly stopped in a place called Litchfield, and that lasted over the bridge to St. Louis. Then it started raining again, and rained all through getting lost in St. Louis. It was drizzling when we stopped for ice cream/dinner. Then it poured again as we drove to Fenton. I’m in a motel six, and there’s more rain on the way . . .
Driving started at a time that was actually 9:35, but my computer is still on Eastern -_-;;
It took us maybe an hour to get to Funk’s Grove. Funk is a family name. They make maple syrup. MW had an umbrella. This is the umbrella that I didn’t buy last year in Scotland. So she took out the umbrella, and I got soaked. We got delicious samples, bought a pint, and talked to a Funk who knew every stop from there to Lincoln by memory.
Dixie Truck Stop was . . . a truck stop. It had lots of really kitschy gifts. But Route 66 Book recommended the pie. It wasn’t really good pie, either. The museum was good, though.
The giant Paul Bunyan. If you haven’t read it yet, read Dr. McNinja. Also, he had a giant wiener. [snerk]
Lincoln, the only town named for President Lincoln during his lifetime. I think that’s its only distinction. We got lost again. We got unlost again. I made the point that while I love him, my father could not have done this. Period. All the getting lost and unlost we do (I don’t mention it all, but we did at least 30 miles today that’s not on the route) would drive him nuts.
For lunch, there was a restaurant called Ariston after the Greek word aristos, superior. The food there really wasn’t, but it was expensive. The lemon-cream pie we shared for dessert, however, was superb.
Then we went to cross the Mississippi River into Missouri. But first, we had to visit the original bridge. It’s old. We walked out over the river. Remember, it had been raining all day, and there was another storm coming in from the East. Also, it was eighty. The bridge was at least two miles long, even considering that we only walked half way and then came back. There was, for some odd reason, a bike rack as the dividing thing for the states there, so I took a picture. Then we went around and I took pictures of the bridge and some random fishing people.
We took I-270 over the Mississippi, and got lost in St. Louis. We didn’t do the Arch and all that stuff because three years ago, we drove the Mississippi from where the Missouri tributaries into it all the way to Memphis, and we did that last time. Eventually, we unlost ourselves, right across the street from a ice cream place that Route 66 Book recommended, so we went there for dinner. Yes, dinner was ice cream. Envy me.
Now we are just outside of St. Louis, in a hotel without WiFi, so I’m writing this to post for whenever I can. Tomorrow, we hope to get across Missouri, right about Kansas. The first town we’re going to pass through is called Fenton . . . just a Thing I though would be of interest to you ladies.
Emmy, MW says we’re coming over on the way back. I don’t know. We can’t make Wichita tomorrow at this rate anyway, but you can call and let me know if you’d prefer Sunday, since we won’t be driving on Saturday, or next week . . . if I don’t answer, leave a message. I don’t talk and drive at the same time, and if I let MW pick you up she’ll try and drill you for info. I’ll call back when we next switch drivers, no more than two hours since that’s how often we switch.
Last thing, gas where we are is around $2.80 per gallon. I’d be happy, but the Vehicle’s tank is only 16 gallons, dinky, and we aren’t getting very far. We had to refill twice yesterday and once today, about noon. This is typical.
Now, sleep.
