Roy's Cafe, Amboy, CA
It was iconic, and laconic.
Spring rains had drowned and damaged parts of Route 66 in the driest part of the California Mojave, and the Route had been deemed closed in an effort to let it rest and repair itself, with help from the CADOT.
I was detouring once, detouring twice, and then stumbling down Kelbaker Road to the junction 11 miles away, the fingers of twilight grasping greedily at me as the Mojave flew by. Another 6-mile race brought me to Roy's, which was almost completely deserted. A screeching of brakes, a frantic search for the tripod, and some well-placed headlight beams netted this. I will do more and better next time. After darkness threw its blanket over us, it was another 17-mile crawl back to I-40, with its crazy and chaotic night construction.
Roy's Cafe, Amboy, CA
It was iconic, and laconic.
Spring rains had drowned and damaged parts of Route 66 in the driest part of the California Mojave, and the Route had been deemed closed in an effort to let it rest and repair itself, with help from the CADOT.
I was detouring once, detouring twice, and then stumbling down Kelbaker Road to the junction 11 miles away, the fingers of twilight grasping greedily at me as the Mojave flew by. Another 6-mile race brought me to Roy's, which was almost completely deserted. A screeching of brakes, a frantic search for the tripod, and some well-placed headlight beams netted this. I will do more and better next time. After darkness threw its blanket over us, it was another 17-mile crawl back to I-40, with its crazy and chaotic night construction.