The pricy overnight stay at the Caverns' RV campground included a "free" continental breakfast, so we opted for that – and realized that we made a big mistake. Foodwise the breakfast failed but the interior and exterior of the place was so corny and warped that it made up for the lack of edibles and good coffee.
We rolled on towards the west on 66. Not much was happening along the route. A somewhat derelict hamlet, named Truxton, came and went.
The next nostalgic eyesore was Antares Point with "Giganticus Headicus" (the big green thing) as its main attraction. The inside of the place matched the outside. We decided not to taste the local sauerkraut and bratwurst.
A cluster of roadside U.S. Mail boxes is an intrinsic part of rural America. Here's the box collection at the head of the 60-mile dirt road heading north towards Pearce Ferry on the Colorado River at the west end of the Grand Canyon.
We are now in the historic town of Kingman and have reached the end of our part of Route 66. We've checked out the downtown but it was quiet and semi-dead.
Kingman station; a stop on the Los Angeles – Chicago train line.
We are in Trump land !
It made me feel good to see that a 1948 model is still worth a lot.
We had dinner at Mr. D'z and are now back in the RV park to clean up and tidy the interior of the RV and pack our stuff to be ready to leave the vehicle tomorrow afternoon in Las Vegas.

Last blog entry will be from Sinn City.