Hubby and I are finally home after three weeks of traveling through the Midwest. We went to Toledo, OH, Davenport, IA, Chicago, St. Louis, and then back up to Davenport before heading back to DC.
It was an amazing trip. The fields were beautifully covered with snow, and driving into Iowa all the trees were covered in ice and sparkled in the sunshine. Not exactly the boring drive that many people imagine when they contemplate driving through the “fly-over states.”
I love taking long car trips with my husband. It is fascinating when there is enough time to take some back roads. The company is always good and the music is always awesome. For this trip, we spent a lot of time listening to Putumayo’s Native American Odyssey, which was very moving. This CD has an amazing spiritual quality to it, but at the same time it is funky, has great instrumentals and even better vocals. I highly recommend it the next time you are on a long drive anywhere in America, as it adds a whole new perspective and history to the drive that rock and roll can’t touch.
That being said, you can’t beat jazz and rock and roll when driving on old Route 66. This was the path that many took out to LA, back before the interstate system. It starts in Chicago and goes through St. Louis, so hubby and I took it for a couple hours instead of Interstate 55. We passed a museum dedicated to historic gas stations, ample Mexican and family-style restaurants, and beautiful farm land.