Sunday, 7 June 2009. Up but not fully awake I wandered over to Denny’s for breakfast and some coffee. It was warm and clear with the prospect of a quite warm day. After nourishment I fired up the computer and booked a room at the Motel 6 in Barstow for one night. I will probably stay two but it is easier to add a night then get my money back if I only stayed one and booked for two. After doing my shoulder exercises I will head off into the desert.
I headed out on I-40 until I reached the Mountain View exit. I then started down the road to Essex. I hadn’t gone far when I noticed a short stretch of parallel road. As it didn’t seem to extend beyond the concrete curbs at each end, it appeared to be an abandoned at rest area for people driving the original Route 66. I cruised along through very desolate and beautiful countryside until I reached Amboy were I topped up my gas tank.
I spent a few moments there chatting with you people who were also passing through and then headed down the road towards Ludlow and Newberry Springs. I was now on an exceptionally lonely stretch of highway. It was also quite rough and bumpy. It obviously had not been repaved for many a year. Onward through Ludlow I cruised at 42 miles an hour eventually reaching Newberry Springs and the Bagdad Café.
I arrived just as a busload of French tourists were leaving. I chatted briefly with them before going in and having lunch which consisted of a cheeseburger and fries. I chatted for a while with the folk running with the café and took a number of photos of the interior of the café. My photo taken standing behind the counter with one of the women who ran the café.
As I was walking out the door to my car a busload of tourists arrive. I went back inside to warn the people running the café there were about to be inundated with tourists. By the time I got an outside and chatted with this second group of French tourists another bus arrived this time with tourists from Belgium. I, of course, had to delay my departure so I could chat with the people who enjoyed the big Route 66 sign on the hood of my car and the fact that I was all the way from New York. I finally left the good tourists to their food and photos and headed down the road. I was staying in Barstow that evening.
I stayed at the local Motel 6 and bought a computer access card. To my surprise when I fired up my computer I had Internet access without using the card. I shall save it for another Motel 6 further down the road. I then headed a couple blocks up Main Street to Pollo Loco for dinner. This grilled chicken restaurant is owned by the chap who bought and is restoring Amboy. I figured I would support the cause.
I did some work on the computer, made a few phone calls and called it an evening.