Well, we have come to the end of the Route. We successfully survived the 2,448 miles of Route 66. We drove through Pasadena, LA, and into Santa Monica. The official end of Route 66 lies on the Santa Monica pier… go any further and you’d be in the ocean. After 2 years away from California, I wanted to kiss the sand and hug the palm trees.
It was quite a trip, to say the least. We met some extremely interesting people, viewed some breathtaking landscapes, and ate some odd food.
However, after visiting all of those states, all those towns, and all those cities, I still felt like there was no place like California. I mean, where else are you going to see a rescue surf board, hear the ocean lapping on the sand, and turn 90 degrees to see a full mountain-range in the background?
After traveling the entirety of the Route, my poor, battered car received it’s just reward: a license plate award.
Thanks for joining me on this adventure! Here’s to the next.