It’s our third trip across the southern route of the country. In my personal opinion, the parts of Alabama, Tennessee, Mississippi and Arkansas one goes through to merge with Route 66 in Oklahoma City are not the prettiest but are well worth it to hit Route 66. The last two times we went along this path the “we” included Tacoma and I. It was our fearless girl’s adventure. Now we have added two elements to our “we”: Aspen and Jason. Jason is really putting the kabosh on our prior habit of going into abandoned areas for great pictures (did I invite my husband or Dad along on this trip?) but we are having a BLAST! I am taking pictures of a lot of my beloved scenes from years ago. One of the coolest things is that the “Cafe Shell” sign that was “–fe Shell” four years ago is now just “—- Shell.” The wind and elements have taken another two letters out. I didn’t get photo of that; that person that keeps us from calling it a “girl’s trip” didn’t want to turn around near Amarillo.