After we left Fort Sumner, we continued on our journey towards our next stop, which would be Santa Fe, NM.

Along the way, we drove through Santa Rosa, NM and always on the lookout for interesting things on the way by, I literally squealed with excitement when a few signs informed us that we were on a stretch of historic Route 66.

Many years ago, when hubs was still driving semi, we had a retirement dream to one summer drive historic Route 66 from Chicago, Il to Santa Monica, Ca. I’m sure that in our road trips over the years, we’ve been on portions of it here and there, but this was the first time ever that I noticed signs about it.

We may still make that trip one day. For now, I’m going to say that I accidentally fulfilled another bucket list wish because I can now say that we drove the mother road, as John Steinbeck referred to Route 66 in his novel, “The Grapes of Wrath”.

Photo Note: As with all of my photos taken through our tinted windshield, I needed to do white balance correction. For almost all photos that I take from the vehicle“on the way by”, I have my Moment 58 mm Tele Lens attached to my phone. I’m always surprised at how clear most of the photos are, considering that we’re moving and that I’m using a third party camera app (Moment) that requires me to use manual settings. I usually check the weather and then do a pre-set on the settings according to the light I expect to be shooting in (cloudy, sunny, etc) before we head out. This saves fiddling around with settings and missing the shot.

“66 is the path of a people in flight, refugees from dust and shrinking land, from the thunder of tractors and shrinking ownership, from the desert’s slow northward invasion, from the twisting winds that howl up out of Texas, from the floods that bring no richness to the land and steal what little richness is there. From all of these the people are in flight, and they come into 66 from the tributary side roads, from the wagon tracks and the rutted country roads. 66 is the mother road, the road of flight”

John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath