Bennett Spring State Park’s local claim to fame is as a great fishing site. This is what we saw as we left the park on this Saturday morning. Those are waders hanging from the awning support.
Back in Lebanon, Missouri, we picked up one more box at the post office (a Scan Gauge) then we visited the new Route 66 museum in the new library. This is a small but powerful museum. The first cafe photo is not a serving cafe but is one of the displays in the museum. The bridge picture is the Chain of Rocks Bridge we visited several days ago; notice the bend in the middle to counteract the force of the water flowing by. I don’t know what the collection of salt and pepper shakers has to do with Route 66 but it is emblematic of the 1950s; my Mom had a collection that might have been this large if she displayed it all at once. We also ate lunch in their cafe; the picture of the piano tiled floor was taken there.
There was a young family with their grandma eating in the cafe. The daughter, about age 3, had apparently never had a hot dog before. She had to be taught how to eat it. She loved being able to put her own catsup on from the squeeze bottle. Her older brother had new cowboy boots; he liked listening to the heels strike the floor as he walked. I’m pleased to report they were well behaved children as we see so many who are not nowadays.
Next we stopped at the B&D Auto/Truck Plaza where we bought diesel and propane. It’s nice to know we can keep running our furnace at night without worrying about running out of propane in the middle of the night. I am looking forward to getting far enough south that we won’t need the furnace, though.
As we came into Conway we saw a sign that said, “Speed Limit 45”. Right next to that was a sign that said, “Speed Limit 25 where not posted”. How do we know where “not posted” starts?
Driving down County Road CC while watching the center lines wander all over the place made me wonder about the painter. Was he new to the job? Or drunk?
We passed several obviously new businesses using the name Route 66. That irritated me. Then I realized Route 66 had always been a road advertising the businesses along it. Why should that tradition not continue in the names of new ones?
We passed a horse motel. Lots of people travel with horses and they need a place to spend the night, too. I got a chuckle out of the fact the barn had been painted to look like a strip motel.
In Strafford, Missouri, we stopped and shopped at Camping World. We now have new carpet on our steps which I hope will help keep down the amount of dirt we track in. We also have a second magazine rack to install to hold all those maps I picked up the other day. But we didn’t get the electrical things Dave had on his list–out of stock or not available there.
Now we are camped across the highway from Camping World at Stafford RV Park. It’s basically another parking lot but it is giving me a place to catch up on all these blogs. I guess I’d better post the URL for this new blog on the old blog so you can all read these, huh?
TTYL,
Linda