For some reason, I awoke feeling renewed. It was almost as if my misery, anxiety, and sense of loss were relieved by sleep. Then again, I felt like it wasn’t just sleep—something was rejuvenated, rebooted, and the sun was our guide for the day. We took too much highway in Missouri and ended up taking too few side trips.
We got off the highway about 20 miles east of Halltown, Missouri. The Ozarks opened up and the rolls and curves of the land seemed almost Jurassic. In Halltown we stopped at a Flea Market and bought a few odds and ends, and then grabbed lunch at Steak and Shake in Carthage, Missouri, home to the Boots Motel, which today has been lovingly restored to it’s original historical beginnings.
Kyle and I somehow lost most of 66 through Kansas, and I didn’t get to see much of it, which I came to regret in subsequent visits. It’s not the most beautiful 12 miles of road, but it’s full of history, stories, and recalls the best aspects of simple living in the United States.