Lunch and dinner are always fun adventures on Route 66. Someone recently asked me, “Is there any healthy food options on Route 66?”
Fast food is what a road trip is all about. While breakfast is usually a complimentary breakfast at the hotel or motel, lunch and dinner are an adventure.
A picnic is a good way to relax and eat on your own schedule. Another bridge, another grassy area under the shade of a tree, and some snacks picked up earlier in the day create a nice way to have lunch without wondering when you’ll find a restaurant.
After eating Charly parked herself under the shade of a tree while I wandered around getting photos.
The long bridge in the background is amazing. One truss after another on this bridge.
Back on the Road
I wish I had time to stop at every landmark. A month isn’t long enough. One could take an entire year driving Route 66.
“BRENT!” Charly shouts, “I want to get my cowboy hat.”
“Where is this coming from?” I asked before seeing the Western Motel sign.
We stopped and Charly struck a pose.
Lunch and Dinner Coming
We had a nice picnic lunch and dinner is coming. We decided to check in to our hotel first, and then find somewhere to eat. It’s always a risky thing because you don’t know what is open and what is nearby.
After making a lot of stops for taking pictures, we finally arrived at our hotel in Elk City, Oklahoma. The place was old, but the new owners were in the process of fixing it up. They had it very clean.
I checked in and washed up in preparation for going to dinner. I came out of my room and there was Charly.
“Are we going to dinner?” Charly asks.
She was dressed in a slinky dress as if she was waiting for a hot date. My first thought was, ‘She’s going to be disappointed because it is only me.’
“We?” I asked while spinning around on my heels. “I’m looking for your date.”
Charly giggled and added, “I just felt like getting dressed up.”
“Grab your shoes and we’ll find a place. Should I change? I feel a little underdressed,” I said.
We headed to the lobby where I asked about a place to go eat. I was told the nearest place open at this hour was the attached diner.
“Okay with going to the diner next door?” I asked.
“Sure,” Charly said with a smile.
“Do you want to change? You might be a little over dressed for these… these… locals,” I said.
“No, I’m fine,” she said.
“Are you sure?” I asked, and then added, “There’s going to think I’m some kind of dirty-old-man.”
Laughing, Charly says, “That’s the whole point.”
“Okay, but at least grab a sweater or shawl,” I said.
Charly disappeared in to her room and emerged with a silk shawl, and we headed to the diner. I still felt underdressed, but people will probably be looking at Charly, and not me.