03 Oct Day 1: 478 miles behind us
Planned departure time, 9:00 a.m.; actual departure time, 9:15 a.m.Â That is not too shabby for two women fixin to drive across the country!Â Yes, I am beginning this post by applauding my mother and myself for our â€œtimelinessâ€ in shoving off 15 minutes later than planned.Â Get used to it.Â Our first stop was a mere 175 miles out in beautiful Ludlow, California.Â We were hungry and immediately noticed the Ludlow CafÃ©.Â Â Naturally, we were posing for our â€œfirst stop photo-opâ€, when up comes my longtime great friend Bryan Stiso and his father!Â What are the odds right???Â Well better than you may thinkâ€¦Â They were on their way back from Arkansas themselves and just happened to stop at the same time and place that we did!Â This, my friends, is known as kismet (Google it) and gave me a great feeling about this tripâ€™s beginnings.
Lunch at the Ludlow CafÃ© was a great first stop experience on this adventure.Â As I glanced over the menu my eyes were immediately drawn to, â€œTry our Famous French Dip Sandwich.â€Â Okay!Â I will!Â I mean, if they say that theyâ€™re famous for it, it must be really good right??Â Well, it was okay, I guess.Â The meat had a slight green hue to it that I just ignored for purposes beyond explanation.Â Mom decided on the fried chicken plate that came with a crispy hash brown and some oh so gourmet canned veggies.Â Now to not touch on the wait staff at this establishment would be a crime.Â There were three women, all dressed in floor length frocks, random sneakers, hairnets, and seemed to lack all emotion whatsoever.Â Itâ€™s like there was a lobotomy tour that came through!Â Two out of the three had to have been at least in their 90â€™s.Â Ludlow began as a â€œwater stopâ€ town for the Atlantic and Pacific Railroad in 1883 and is today considered a ghost town with a whopping 23 full time residents.Â And we met three!Â Success indeed.
Back on the road and onwards to Flagstaff, Arizona!Â Bryan and his dad warned us that the weather we were heading into was frightful, but we seemed to have just missed it all!Â We encountered a few showers and some gorgeous lightning and rainbows but nothing could slow us down.Â We arrived in Flagstaff and checked into the Little America Hotel right off the interstate.Â What a steal!Â Huge room for a great price.Â The place looks like itâ€™s from a 1970â€™s hunting horror flick but never mind that.Â I had taken the liberty of making us dinner reservations at Black Bartâ€™s Steakhouse, Saloon, & Musical Review.Â This gem is nestled in the heart of an RV park by the same name.Â The average age was about 70 and the â€œmusical reviewâ€ consisted of each server singing about five songs on stage with a piano player.Â I had the burger, which was huge and actually really good.Â My mother had the blackened salmon which she enjoyed.Â It was quintessentially unpretentious and we both really enjoyed it.Â The staff treated us better than most of our friends do and we left feeling like we knew them.Â Now isnâ€™t that the point of dining out?
Tomorrow lunch in Albuquerque and dinner in Amarillo.Â It just gets better and better!
Cheers and Goodnight!