We know when to throw in the towel.
Our search for Historic Route 66 ends. Bye bye. No tears shed.
We spend the day rubbernecking road signs, flipping through map pages
and double-checking Internet sites to get our kicks on Route 66
through Oklahoma. It's exhausting. And, frankly, for us, the rewards
are few. Lots of loverly miles of farmland. Not enough historic Route
66. And it's just too cold: 34!
Vinita (Dr.Phil's birthplace) is our only diversion.
We eat at Clanton's because the historic
eatery knew Route 66 back in the day. Allen's fare (hot roast beef
sandwich) is top notch. My "famous" chicken fried steak (Gourmet
Magazine gave it top billing!) is chewy. We exercise the dogs in a
Yawn. Let's get going.
So, we peel away from the illusive Route 66 and head south. Toward the sun. We love road trip adventures, but not when we have to work so
hard to make it happen.