Dazed and photofatigued in Sioux Falls, South Dakota and a few other odds and ends deposited here for the time being......

We finished our route 12 adventure and made a mad dash to Sioux Falls to spend the night before the last leg of our 10 day journey back to Minneapolis where we would spend a day or two resting up and seeing what there was to see before heading home.  Wasn't intending to take anymore pictures, but driving along 12th street, how could I help myself...

Took my life in my hands to get the last one now that the DeLux has been turned into an SRO for homeless, druggie desperados who seemed to just be waking and working on their first cup of coffee while I was at work.  Lots of questions about what I was doing.  "Taking pictures" didn't really seem like the greatest answer to a bunch of guys who probably didn't want their pictures or whereabouts made public knowledge.  Snapped a few quick ones and left pronto.  Was worth it, though.  Don't see many or any motels advertising "salesman stop" at a time and place when having a phone and/or TV in the room was still a luxury.  The things we now take for granted!!!

The next few photos were kind of orphaned and homeless, so while they were NOT taken in Sioux Falls, they did seem at home here and and since they needed a place to be, here they are...

Don't know when this motel was built.  Looks like the mid 60s,  when certain people began to aspire to become a member of the mile high club.  Not sure that figured into their thinking at the time this place was built, but once they did become aware of what they had I'm sure they had a laugh and saw no reason to change things.  So if you are ever passing through Prescott, Arizona and entertained thoughts of becoming a member of the mile high club, here is your big chance, and it will be our little secret.  Before you check in, don't forget to stop at Lefty's (not literally, however, since it is not in Prescott).

St. Augustine, Florida

This tangent appears to provide a good segue into some Route 66 stuff, the first of which was taken in a very little town called Amboy, California which is in the southern Mojave where we picked up the 66, heading into L.A. to meet Devora for the long awaited Hollywood trip.

The gas station and cafe were open, the motel to the rear left looked like it had been closed for years.  To the right is Route 66.  It was late in the day, and Jackie wanted to see the Bagdad Cafe about 10 miles down the road before it got too late, so we didn't have time to hang around.  As it turned out, the Bagdad Cafe was nothing to look at, the lighting was bad, and I did not take a picture.  You'se not missing anything, according to m, anyway.  When we got home, we rented the movie (Bagdad Cafe) and the building looked just about the same.  The movie was quite good, and it is recommended.

                                                                  Pablo