So… the Caribbean cruise isn’t happening, due to Hurricane Irma.
Instead, my roommate and I are going on a quest to seek out the bones of America–well, okay, we’re going to get on Interstate 44, going West. We don’t have exactly what one could call a plan. We have a vague idea that we might end up in Las Vegas, but then again, we might not. We’re just going to chase the ghost of old Route 66 and get our kicks.
We’re going to see what happens. We’re planning on seeing what kind of oddball museums and roadside distractions lay in our path, courtesy of Atlas Obscura.
We also will try to meet up with anyone we know on our path, for breakfast or lunch or dinner, depending on what time we roll through.
So if anyone out there wants us to drop by and say “hi”, let me know. I’ll see what I can do.