A line in a song by the Judds tells us, “There’s a blacktop road, faded center line. It can take you back to the place but it can’t take you back in time.” Most roads and most days I would have to agree. But there is one road, the “Mother Road” that could be the exception to the rule. Driving along this ribbon of asphalt the imaginative eye can peer beyond the ravages of time. For an evening I’m a child again, giddy with the possibility of sleeping in a giant concrete tee pee.
$57.75 buys us a night in #3 complete with a key that’s not a card.
Inside we are greeted by furnishings of wood, branch and formica. The tiny bath is tiled in red and white.
Even the view from the diamond window seems to look backward in time.
As I watch the new day dawn, I almost believe It is 1966. Here I stand a wide eyed five year old, ripe with excitement for what lies around the next bend of Route 66.
Wigwam Village #6 Holbrook Arizona
November 2009
5 comments:
Love the post!! It's not often we get to take a trip back in time here. I'm so glad you got to spend a few days at least on the mother road. :)
The room looked clean and comfy. Love those tee-pees.
Are these digital pics you took or from a different camera?
Yep, digital. I have a few Diana ones I need to scan sometime :)
that looks like so much fun! So happy that you got to go and have such a wonderful experience!
that green chair is delightful, as is your post...such a 60's girl you are.
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