.
Interstate highways have replaced Route 66 as the way to get
places. But the old road, where it still
exists, has gathered a certain fame and a personality—for its history, its former
utility and fun. The road is a trip
where people still get their kicks on Route 66.
East of Winslow, Arizona, old 66, the Mother Road, is gone, replaced with I-40. I could have ridden the shoulder of that fast superhighway, but decided on a lonely route instead.
About five miles south of I-40, and parallel to it, is a
gravel road passing through the Hopi Reservation, called Territorial Road. It’s twenty miles of slow going, not even a house
within sight along it.
“ First life I’ve seen on this road besides bushes,” I said.

His mother came over and asked where I’d come from and where I was going. I gave her the two points, briefly as I always do. And she said, as they always say, that it’s a long way, how do I do it? I gave her my stock, understated answer, and she said, “Why?”
“Do you ever get lonely?” she said.
I couldn’t find an answer, so I just shrugged. I thought about a real answer as the long
road passed under me. Yes I get
lonely. I’m a social being, as we all
are. But I’m less social than most. I get along with a small part of
humanity. I feel guilty about it
sometimes, but can’t seem to change it.
You can see my progress on an interactive map, prepared by
Michael Angerman, at:
Zoom and scroll to see where I’ve been.
on the clay road
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a bridge
to the Hopi
above the blue gorge
On a sandy road, just a long straight path to the other side really, a bridge to hope of some country folk who get it, who get me, who understand and tell me who I am. All this above a deep gorge in a dry desert, flowing with living water.
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What a great adventure! Is that the Little Colorado River that carved the gorge? And are those beautiful sandstone cliffs and rocks?
ReplyDeleteChevelon Creek, crossing Territorial Road, southeast of Winslow. It’s on the Colorado Plateau with sandstone of various colors.
DeleteFirst life I’ve seen on this road besides bushes,” I said
ReplyDelete"Yes I get lonely. I’m a social being, as we all are.
But I’m less social than most.
I get along with a small part of humanity...
a bridge to hope
of some country folk who get it,
who get me,
who understand
and tell me who I am.
I feel guilty about it sometimes,
but can’t seem to change it."
Junnie, you have taken my words and some of your won and made them into a poem. Thanks
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