We all know that at some point, all good things must come to an end… for us the endless road trip eye candy was replaced by miles and miles of just fields around the time we crossed the border into New Mexico. I can see why the aliens put those crop circles there… something is better than nothing. So we put the music up, set the cruise control and kept driving, but unfortunately a little too fast according to Officer Tyson who pinged us for speeding as we finally made it into Texas!
Leaving LA, we farewelled the sight of the sea and headed inland on Route 66! No American road trip seems complete without cruising down at least a small part of this historic path. It technically runs from LA to Chicago through California, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Missouri, and Illinois… a certain someone has done the whole thing, but this time we only went through the first three states to get to Las Vegas.
As we drove further from the concrete jungle of LA, the desert landscape began to emerge… not as dramatically stunning as the pacific coast but still a little awe-inspiring. Mountains, valleys, dunes with tufts of tussock… it felt peaceful when the sun was out and solemn when the clouds came in. The vastness of this country really sunk in and I am not at all surprised that there are people here who have never seen the sea.