Announcement:
I’m making some changes, here at the Back Porch. In the process, my blog list evaporated!! I am in the midst of visiting all of you, my wonderful readers, through your comments, trying to restore my list.
Please bear with me, through this transition! I hope you continue to visit, while I take care of this little dilemma!
***The follower list has been in and out, the past couple of days. I think it will be okay.
It’s my regular blog list that has disappeared. It needed some editing, so this is a good time to update.
Thanks, everyone!
Friday was a beautiful day, in the Ozarks; perfect for a day trip.
We packed a picnic lunch, then drove to Bennett Spring State Park.
This was the view from our table.
Bennett Spring is a place of many happy childhood memories, for me.
After lunch, we continued our day trip exploring, with a drive to a new rest stop, between Lebanon and Springfield.
I smile, as I type, because who in the world would turn a stop at a rest area into day trip exploration? J and Pat, that’s who!
As many of you know, I grew up in a small town along Rte 66, the Mother Road. If you travel through Lebanon, Missouri, located on I-44, be sure to stop by the Library and take a tour of the Rte 66 museum.
I traveled old Rte 66, between Illinois and California, as a child. Trips to visit my grandparents, in Texas, began on the old highway.
We travel I-44, from St Clair, to Springfield, quite often; always looking for the old road that still meanders through the countryside.
There are historic markers, along the way. Once in awhile we rediscover an ancient, long abandoned, filling station or cabin.
One of several picnic table shelters, built to resemble long ago structures along Rte 66.
I don’t have a memory of where we turned south, from Rte 66, toward our Dallas destination, during childhood travels. I was asleep in the back seat, because we always started our trips to Texas in the wee small hours of the morning.
We might have to stop back, after dark, to see this sign all lit up.
All of the above and Burma Shave, too! Do you remember Burma Shave signs, along the highway?
Remember the sign, outside the welcome center? This is the original, in Lebanon. That’s old Rte 66 to the left. The motel opened way back when Rte 66 ran through my old home town, before I-44.
For a history of Munger Moss and great photos, click HERE. It’s a website I think you will enjoy; I know I did!
As long as we were feeling nostalgic, we took a different, than usual, route back to the lake. We drove the road to Eldridge and Hwy D, which took us past Ha Ha Tonka State Park to Hwy 54. This is the way we drove to the lake, from Lebanon, when I was a youngster.
Here we are, back at the lake. This photo was taken, while crossing Grand Glaize Bridge, at Lake of the Ozarks.
Get Your Kicks on Rte 66
Chorus
Mister . . . may I . . . recommend a royal route?
It starts in Illinois, let me tell you boy!
If you ever plan to motor west,
Travel my way, take the highway, that's the best!
Get your kicks . . . on Route 66!
Lyrics by Bobby Troup
(I’m old enough to remember who Bobby Troup was!)
Stop by Susan’s A Southern Day Dreamer, for Outdoor Wednesday, each week.