|Historic Route 66 in Illinois|
Traveling Route 66 is a lot like going back in time to an era when things were slower and a trip wasn’t about going from Point A to Point B in the most efficient (or in other words, boring) manner.
I’ve already mentioned that hubby is a big fan of Route 66 (see my blog entry: Getting Our Kicks on Route 66), so when we saw the signs just outside of Collinsville, IL for Historic Route 66, I knew we would again travel the “Mother Road.”
The scenery and experience is so different from Arizona. Farms instead of Indian reservations and grassy farmland instead of desert landscapes. But the relaxing, winding path was the same and not difficult to follow.
|Our car somewhere in Illinois|
In case there are any Route 66 purists out there, I’d better mention that we followed the 1926 – ’30s route, not the later post-1930 version which is little more than an access road next to Interstate 55. Our route zig-zagged back and forth through little towns like Gillespie, Carlinsville, and Chatham until we reached the outskirts of Springfield.
You might think the kids would have been upset with us for “taking the scenic route” after a long day of airplane travel and visiting not one, but TWO of the “500 sites,” but you’d be wrong.
The drive gave them a chance to unwind and talk about what they’d seen, not to mention laugh at mom for her silly Arch-phobia! We stopped at a local restaurant instead of a fast-food chain, so they didn’t have to gulp down greasy food. And best of all, they got to chat with some of the locals and compare baseball teams.