Today started out with fog as thick as pea soup.  We decided to wait until it burned off a little before we headed out since being visible is so important when riding.  Well, by check out time at the hotel, there was still some fog but better than it had been.  We decided a short ride might be in order today, since yesterday had been a long haul in the heat and we had already lost a half a day of riding with the fog.  We were both feeling a little achy and battered from a week of riding, so a day of rest was probably a good idea.

We rode for about an hour and half today to get to Clinton, Oklahoma, home of Oklahoma’s rendition of the Route 66 Museum (every state that has a portion of Historic Route 66 in it had a museum we could stop at about the highway).  The land around the I-40 was beautiful.  The soil is a bright, rich, red colour in this area of Oklahoma.   Quite striking against the backdrop of the green and yellow colours of their crops.  And, once again, everything was as neat as a pin.  They really live their motto of “Keep our land grand.”

We crossed over the South Canadian River!  We are not sure how it got its name, but it was a little surprise for us.  It is not a pretty river.  Quite muddy with a sandy bank.

We stopped at the McDonald’s just out of Clinton for lunch and met another motorcyclist from Alabama that had just done all the roads we are planning and was on his way home.  The poor guy was desperate to talk to someone as he had been riding alone for a week and had so much he wanted to talk about from his journey.  He shared his photos of his Route 66 experience and gave us some advice.  We have some interesting places ahead of us!  We might not drive into Monument Vallley, though.  He found it challenging on his bike and he had a Dual Sport KLR.

After lunch, we headed for the Route 66 Museum.  It was a bit of a tourist trap, but interesting, none the less.  I found the excerpts from people’s vacations along the route the most amusing/entertaining.  One account reflected a time when parts of the road were not paved and became mud traps – it took this one couple two months to get to California!  Jeremy and I will do better than that . . . we have to since we only have three weeks left to get home.