The End of the Line.

Spending the night at the Wigwam Inn was great.  Every so often though, there was kind of a funny noise outside.  Was it a cat?  A trucker?  A neighbor?  Who knows.  All we do know is that Danny Fenton was staying at the same hotel and it turns out that he is a big Route 66 booster.  He sent us on our way in fine style.

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Behind the hotel there was a rooster that sounded like a screaming person, (or a screaming person that sounded like a rooster) so we headed out on the road as early as possible.  We had 77 miles to go, all of it on city streets.  Sort of like driving from Chilliwack to Richmond, but the road alternates between Kingsway and the King George Hwy all the way.  All.  The.  Way.  There are tributes to its 66 heritage all the way.

 

 

There all also many reminders of  days gone by as well.

 

 

We stopped at Philippe's, the home of the French Dipped Sandwich.  Mmm, mmm, good!
It was packed with people and got busier the longer we were there.

Once you get past downtown L.A., you're on Santa Monica Blvd. all the way.  There are probably more strange things on Sunset Blvd, but you can't beat a geyser in the middle of the road!

A quick drive through the Hollywood Forever Cemetery let us pay our respects to one of the greats.

Almost at the end of the road, Eric snapped this shot of our reflection.

 

 

 Santa Monica, California!  The end of a 1300 mile journey!

 

 

Hooray!

 

We celebrated at the El Cholo Café in Santa Monica. 

 

 

 

Great food.  Great friends.  Who could ask for anything more?

 

 

 

Well, that's it!  Thanks for coming along for the ride everyone. 

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go to Disneyland!