July 27, 2015
We checked out of our motel and said goodbye to Williams, AZ. This was a delightful town and we enjoyed our visit.
A few hours later we were parked in front of the Cracker Barrel in Kingman, AZ, where we stopped for lunch. This will be our last opportunity on this trip to eat at Cracker Barrel so we savored every bite of this delicious southern meal.
Driving through Reno, NV, we kept moving. I'm sure the one-armed bandits were calling but we kept our nickels in our pockets and moved on.
There was a lot of hot, desert highway in Nevada. The gas stations were few and far between. We continued north passing military posts that looked dry, hot and desolate. We passed by the Federal Prison and noted the sign on the highway said, "NO HITCH HIKING".
The few tiny settlements along the highway were beat up and run down, looking more like they were deposited there by an Oklahoma tornado. Real Estate signs offered the sale of Lots starting at $2000. Such a deal! Sleazy trailer houses sported signs that advertised things only advertised in Nevada. It's a long way across this wasteland.
Soon we entered California. We drove North on Interstate 5 and passed the town of Weed. We though sure we smelled something funny.
With an occasional stop for gasoline and a cold drink we soon crossed into Oregon. It felt good to cross over the Pass and drop down into the lush Willamette Valley farmland.
After six weeks and more than 10,000 road miles in our Sienna, we pulled into our driveway in Portland. It was an amazing trip. Due to my reduced eye sight clarity, my good wife, Debby drove most of the miles after we dropped off our Pinkerton traveling companions, who helped drive, and our son, Eric, as he drove most of the way between Atlanta and Branson. She's a good woman and I'm blessed to have her looking out for me!
Now....almost time to plan our next adventure!
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