Packing resupply boxes took a long time. A really long time! We left our Postmaster (Janel’s Dad) in charge of the boxes. It’s a good feeling having that part of the prep work done.
After we finally tied up all loose ends, we left from Janel’s parents house in Kentucky. Then we began our four-day road trip out west.
Our first stop was Hot Springs, Arkansas. No matter where we go, we still see signs of Ohio. That night, we ate at Ohio Club where Al Capone supposedly frequented. Good thing Alan didn’t look over his shoulder.
The next morning, we visited Hot Springs National Park, putting another national park under our belts. We started the day by touring the historic Fordyce bathhouse.
Water is the main attraction at Hot Springs. Some people believe that the traces of minerals give the water therapeutic properties. We tested this theory by taking a soak at the Quapaw bathhouse and filling our water bottles from the spring filling station. I can’t say we noticed any difference, but it was interesting!
Pretty much the rest of the day was spent driving through Oklahoma. Oklahoma turned out to be a more scenic drive than we thought, not nearly as flat as we had guessed.
The next day we finished up Oklahoma and drove through the panhandle of Texas. To make the trip more interesting, we began checking out some of the iconic sites of old Route 66. Based on the recommendation of a friend (that’s you Bruce!) we stopped at Cadillac Ranch. Cadillac Ranch consists of ten half-buried Cadillacs, where graffiti is encouraged.
Route 66 – The Mother Road
By the afternoon we had made it to New Mexico. Our Route 66 attraction here was the “Blue Hole”. The Blue Hole is an 80 ft deep spring that is a constant 64 degrees. We didn’t jump in, but we did see other people diving in. There were a few scuba diving groups ready to jump in too.
We finally made it to our new home state (for the next month), but we had a few stops to make before we settled in.
We knocked off our eighteenth national park at Petrified Forest National Park. We spent a few hours touring the Painted Desert and hiking around the petrified logs.
Pretty soon, we found ourselves standin’ on the corner in Winslow, Arizona. It was such a fine sight to see.
Finally after 1,993 miles, we pulled into our new home. We will spend the next month in Sedona, Arizona hiking around and developing our trail legs!