Here are a few more photos from our recent driving down memory lane eastbound on Route 66. On Sunday, October 25th, we passed thru Spencer, Missouri where there were still a few roadside remnants of an old gas station and abandonned cabins. The road was completely empty, allowing us plenty of time at this 1926 thru-truss bridge over Johnson Creek. It was a cloudy day and the grayish looking sky began to sprinkle a few drops of gentle rain. It was one of the most memorable moments as I watched the water flowing slowly in the shallow creek, the bared trees getting ready for winter and the eerie feeling of complete peaceful isolation of the road while my husband was busy taking photos of the picturesque bridge and his T-bird. Soon it will be summer again when travelers from near and far, around the world will come back to seek the romance, to re-create the culture of freedom driving on America's Mother Road and to experience the glory of what once was Americana.
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