"Up from Needles and over a burned range, and there's the desert. And 66 goes on over the terrible desert, where the distance shimmers and the black center mountains hang unbearably in the distance."
~ The Grapes of Wrath
I'm currently reading "The Grapes of Wrath"-
the classic by John Steinbeck.
Unfortunately I have never picked it up~ until now.
Part of Route 66 lies just past this train track- the last section of the "Mother Road" before the families would finally end their cross-country journey. It's desert. It's barren.
And supposedly....hope lay just beyond this last stretch of the road.
All I could think of while passing by the Route, was that
it's too bad "The Grapes of Wrath" didn't wait for a few decades.
Travel would have been much kinder to all them folks now.