Oklahoma U.S. Rt. 66 Museum in Clinton, OK

Boondocking & Budweiser

You’ll never find an open can of beer in the “Dolly’s Pride” when the coach moves down that highway. But, when the sun begins to set and the RV rests in park, both Ed and I enjoy a refreshing cold Budweiser with a squeeze of lime. On this particular evening, we felt a bit playful. We found a quite city park with sheltered picnic tables, views of a small fishing lake and a decorative lighthouse on the lake shore.

We quenched our thirst with one, then two, and well, you can see by the stack of teetering cans that the brews went down easily in the evening air.

April 18, 2009

Elk City, Oklahoma

Farm & Ranch Museum: Elk City, OK

Unscheduled and unplanned, that describes our road trip stop in Elk City, Oklahoma. We arrived on a Saturday evening after 5 PM, too late to visit the attractions or so we thought. Then, we discovered that many of the local museum exhibits were outside with no restrictions to browse.

The Farm & Ranch Museum celebrates Western Oklahoma’s agricultural heritage. Although the bright red barn housing the indoor exhibits was locked, we enjoyed the exterior display. Antique windmills rotated in the evening wind. Pioneer farm equipment set in rows in the grassy yard. And, a spherical sculpture made from horse shoes caught my eye.

Across the street, Old Town Museum Complex was a sprawling turn-of-the-century town site. We walked on paths around the chapel, hotel, and opera house. We peaked in the windows of early-day Elk City business replicas like the Drug Store, Trading Post, and General Mercantile. I lounged on a bench outside the old town saloon. I posed for photos beside a giant sized Kachina Doll. And, inside the old school house, I saw an assortment of old rubber stamps like the ones my Dad had as a young boy in the 1920s.

Ed and I thought we might return on Sunday to see the inside exhibits, but passed when we learned that Sunday hours begin at 2 PM, too late in the day to tour then travel more miles. We’d be content to have enjoyed our browsing the historic exhibits after hours.

April 18, 2009

Farm & Ranch Museum

Old Town Museum Complex

Route 66 & Pioneer Road

Elk City, OK

580-225-6266

Old Town Museum Complex: Elk City, OK

Route 66's Boom to Bust in 2009: Ash Fork, Arizona

Ash Fork seemed like a good place to boondock for the night. We were headed east on I-40 in Arizona as the sunlight began to fade. The interstate exit sign told us we could exit at Ash Fork onto Business 40, an indication that there just might be a big enough place for us to park the Prevost for the night. We only took one loop through town before finding a large industrial lot. We parked between the train tracks and a metal building barely as long as our bus.

In the remaining moments of sunlight, we walked the main street, Historic Route 66. You can still find traces of businesses that thrived when Route 66 served as a main artery for traffic. A faded picture of a strawberry ice cream cone decorated the boarded-up restaurant. Signs for several motel motor lodges show vacancy but no vacationers stay in these run down rooms anymore. Weeds grow high around the door to the antique store that closed years ago. An old car mounted near a large sign Route 66 teetered on the roof of a gas station that had long ago pumped its last gallon. A collector’s antique car sat curbside in front of a Main Street house. The owner tinkered with another old relic out back. Some vehicles looked abandoned like the parked bus displaying in its window the most recent valid registration - the year 1975.

Though Ash Fork looked like a ghost town, signs of life could be found. In Zeller’s Market, a teenager dressed in a tux for the high school prom withdrew cash from an ATM. We bought a six-pack of cold Budweiser in the little store. The Ash Fork Library looked like once of the newest buildings in town. A playground and community park with picnic tables looked relatively new too.

On Sunday morning, I heard three musicians practicing hymns for a Sunday service. Their pastor told me some weeks as many as 40 people fill the church. Bunnies and bales of green alfalfa are for sale at the small feed store. The woman running the store welcomed me as a local because my jacket colors – blue and gold – represent their school colors. A man who asked that I take his picture said his greatest frustration is the lack of water for the town. He pays $65 a month to have water delivered to his home. Down at the town water tower seemed busier than any place in Ash Fork. Men filled huge tanks on flat bed behind their pick-up trucks with water from the water tower.

Ash Fork, we learned by reading a historic bronze plate, earned the reputation as the “Flagstone Capital of the US” in it boom days. In town near where we boondocked, flagstone on wooden pallets filled acres of commercial lots making a colorful display. A man who once ran a quarry pointed out a brown patch on the distant mountain where an active quarry remains. He told us mining flagstone is now the best business to abandon because of regulations and falling market demands. Perhaps the flagstone will become the next relic of this Historic Route 66 town.

April 14, 2009