route 66
For those who follow me on Instagram might know, over the past two weeks I traversed along Historic Route 66 with my dog, Cubby. Route 66 is one of those trips that begs you to say something profound about it. Plenty of generic introductory paragraphs could say how the route speaks to a long-forgotten America, or connects us to a simpler time, or embraces the true sense of the American Spirit…but since I just gave you three high-minded examples, I’ll try something a bit more straight-forward: Route 66 is fun. It is the distilled essence of The Great American Road Trip, and in all ways. Exciting, frustrating, scary, and satisfying.
The journey had ups and downs. I met many interesting people and had some very memorable experiences with my travel buddy Cubby. This is a trip I will not soon forget. For those who didn’t follow along live, I’ve included the images at the top of each day. Apologies for the bullet format, but there is really a lot to cover and I’m trying to prevent this from hitting 10,000 words…as that’s entirely unnecessary.
As you might guess, I love talking about this trip so feel free to reach out with any questions or comments! Enjoy — and if you read to the end there’s a special surprise!
Sunday / Day 1 | 39 towns, 309 miles
LSD down to Jackson/LSD there’s no real sign
Tried to get another view at Michigan and Jackson, again no real sign, just the art institute
Breakfast at Lou Mitchell’s; Cubby ate with me, and we met some people who told us about getting table-side magic service at a Chicago steakhouse (Swift & Sons?)
Drove through the IMD (Illinois Medical District), basically down Cicero. That’s where that Route 66 “66” was — still under construction
Headed down into rural Illinois
First big stop was Joliet, but was still early enough that not much was open, beautiful downtown with the Route 66 Museum and some great artifacts, also great bridges in town
Next big stop was Gardner, IL where they had dual attractions: a two-cell jail house (while unique in Illinois, there became a pattern of one or two-cell jails in these small towns) they also had a retired train car diner that was positioned as a monument
Dwight, IL had a delightful (and the first example) of a perfectly restored and maintained classic gas station. Met my first family from the U.K. And Italy. Also met some folks from down-state Illinois heading up on the Route. It was a perfect day for driving top down. Low-70s, and a collection of clouds that could act in the Toy Story intro
After this was Miller Tires / Standard Oil in Odell, IL that was a dual gas station / gift shop. Got some nice postcards and a fun commemorative license place
Stopped in Lexington, IL for a burger and fries at The Shake Shack (no relation)
Got a call from a friend wanting to check in on the ride and we chatted for the next hour or so through the next two stops:
Bloomington-Normal I stopped at a nice gas station (Sprague’s Super Service) that also served as a gift shop (big theme in Illinois) — told me about a MUST STOP in Atlanta, IL
Funks Grove, IL was the next stop at a road-side maple sirup (how they spell it) stand that has been producing and selling since 1891, truly an institution. Tried both the raw Sirup and the Bourbon Barrel Syrup…the Sirup was fantastic but since it’s past the season I was only able to buy a 5oz container. Excited to make some pancakes and enjoy it!
Next up is the much-anticipated Atlanta, IL after the recommendation from the lady in Normal. The attraction? A Giant Museum. A renovated gas station with dedicated cement squares where the owners of the museum collect lost or damaged giants (also called Muffler Men) from around the country. The town of Atlanta currently has 4 (Cow, Hot Dog, Engine, and Alfred E. Newman) but there is a new giant under commission for a local pie restaurant that is coming down the pike and there is room for a lot more. Excited to see what this museum becomes in the coming years. Met the locals at the Giant Museum (they were very excited to meet Cubby) and chatted with the local library / city museum, all great people and wished me good luck on my journey!
Next big stop was in Springfield, IL. After driving around, the State Fair (The Route passes around the edges) I headed for the burial site of Abe Lincoln. A massive monument, but a beautiful marker for a very important man to Illinois and the country. Headed to Motorheads Bar & Grill, a massive complex known for musical acts, restored car museums and general Route 66 vibes. Stopped for a beer and some fries to get us through the final leg of the day. Cubby was a hit with the patrons out on the patio and got a picture with the local Giant holding up the Motorheads sign
As I approached St. Louis there were two more notable stops: first, the burial site of Mary G. Harris Jones, yes Mother Jones in Mount Olive, IL. For those curious, she wanted to be buried with the miners who died in the 1898 “Virden riots”. Learned a lot more about Mother Jones in the process.
The last stop ahead of St. Louis was in East St. Louis, IL where there is a small lot that simulates some of the great neon signs.
I ended the first day having traveled through 39 cities and over 12 hours of travel. It was a perfect first day of driving and the weather could not have been more supportive. I checked into a last-minute hotel booking across from the Arch and headed to sleep.
Monday / Day 2 | 41 towns, 296 miles
Started in St. Louis, MO at the Arch — but then headed for breakfast. Per a recommendation from a friend who went to college in the city I swung by John’s Donuts. Got a sprinkle donut and an old fashioned, Cubby preferred the sprinkled one. Then I headed out of the city and toward an attraction called the Lone Elk Lodge which the algorithm had showed me the night before. On the outskirts of the city and just along The Route was a park where elk would roam around your car. I pulled over but was greeted with a “No Pets Allowed, Even Within Enclosed Cars” sign — so I turned around and headed back on the road.
Next big stop was outside of Stanton, MO at a famous road-side attraction: Meramec Caves. The park claims that they’re the site of a Jesse James hideout following a train robbery, but that is historically sketchy. The cave genuinely does have some cool formations including the “Wine Table” and some famous (maybe in 1978) filming locations. Overall — I was shocked that both my tour and the tour behind me (on a rainy Monday morning) were packed at $25 a pop. This place is raking in the cash, and after asking the tour guide — they haven’t been allowed to upgrade the cave attraction since the ‘80s due to regulatory concerns. So this is an excellent roadside grift. Not a recommendation.
After the caves I was hoping to escape the rain but had to make one more stop at the Giant Rocking Chair in Cuba, MO where they serve amazing popcorn and homemade fudge.
Next was an exceptional stretch of country driving through Hooker Cut, MO and Devil’s Elbow, MO. The rain relented and I was able to put the top down and gun it through some awesome corners.
Speaking of fudge, the next big stop was in Uranus, MO (technically St. Robert, MO) was the Uranus Fudge Factory. And yes, they beat that joke into the ground. Every time someone walked into the main general store every worker yelled “Welcome to Uranus” and when you leave, they thank you for “Picking Uranus”. The entire store was filled with jokes in that vein — far too many to list here. I then stopped into ice cream shop and saw the world’s largest belt buckle (shockingly not that exciting…just a really big belt buckle). As a brief aside here, I had no idea there were other locations. If you’re in the middle/southern-Indiana region there is a location open in Anderson, IN (along I-69) and another location in Richmond, IN opening later this year. Not especially relevant to my trip, but worth mentioning.
Headed off to Lebanon, MO a stopped by the Munger Moss Motel, probably the first really well-maintained motels I had seen on the trip. And it was on this lovely little strip that included a retro-themed (although likely just retro and never updated) bowling alley and a fun little general store that all felt very Route 66. The owner of the motel was nice and told me a little about how she took it over from her mom who had recently passed. She told me about the sale process that was ongoing and had an all-around good talk.
After that the big stop was in Springfield, MO where I contemplated calling it quits for the day and staying at the Rail Haven motel (now a Best Western, but they kept the original branding and neon signs) or to keep pushing through. I opted to keep pushing but made a brief stop at a really well-preserved Steak ‘n Shake (can take the boy out of Indiana etc…) and Cubby and I split a burger in the parking lot.
I whipped through a lot of rural Missouri and took a brief stop at the Gary Gay Parita gas station in Lawrence County, MO which had some incredible Sinclair (a now defunct gas station chain) signage. The sun was setting, and it made for a great photo shoot.
I finally settled down in Carthage, MO. A wonderful small town outside of Joplin, MO with the second-most photographed location in the state (after the Arch, obviously) — their beautiful Court House. I checked into the Best Budget Inn and got a recommendation to check out Red Oak II before I hit the sack.
Red Oak II, MO is part-town, part-art exhibit. It’s a collection of historic building from around Route 66 that the creator, Jeremy Morris, has collected and restored. There are houses (that real people live in), vintage cars, gas stations, a fake train station, a WWII plane…it’s just a really unique collection of buildings. Cubby had a great time walking around and meeting the local bull frog. Here I reran into the group of Italians, and they remembered the “guy in the Chi-cago Cubs jersey” from the tour at Meramec Caves.
Tuesday / Day 3 | 40 towns, 355 miles
Began the day at the Pancake Hut in Carthage which advertised having a Chicago Coins Band Box, only one of eleven in the country. I also had no idea what this was but it’s an animatronic group of big band players that periodically come on during breakfast. Basically Chuck E. Cheese Robot Band but a 1950s Chicago blues group. At breakfast I overheard a Vietnam Veteran blasting TikTok on full volume and the table behind me discussing trans rights…America is beautiful.
Headed through Joplin, MO and quickly made my way to Kansas. Kansas only has a few cities, the first of which is Galena, KS that is known for having a ton of Cars-inspired stops. Unfortunately, it was raining so I had to keep moving. But I did stop for coffee in Baxter Springs, KS at the Punkins Place who made a great cup of joe.
OOOOOOOOOOOklahoma!
I kept heading west and stopped at the World’s Largest (Concrete) Totem Pole in Chelsea, OK. Created by Ed Galloway in the 1940s and 1950s these totem poles (there’s more than just the largest one) are beautiful and were created with much care and respect for the cultures they are inspired by.
After Chelse is Foyil, OK where there are multiple points of interest dedicated to Andy Payne, the hometown hero. What did Andy do to earn so much acclaim? He was the winner of the 1928 Trans-American Footrace, or the Bunion Derby. This race started in L.A. and ended in Madison Square Garden in New York City. Andy Payne won the inaugural event with a time of 573 Hours, 4 minutes, and 34 seconds (over 84 days) and beat the second-place runner by over 15 hours. Truly an immense accomplishment. Definitely for the 1920s, but even for today.
After that there were some more small towns and Tulsa, OK where we briefly stopped for a photo op at a big train. We kept heading west and ended up in Arcadia, OK where there are a few notable attractions. There’s a sign at the Pizza Hut that shows the distance in miles to both L.A. and Chicago, and there’s a famous burger and soda place Pops. A mile outside of town is a sign where Paul McCartney asked for directions when doing Route 66 East-bound in 2008. But the crown jewel of Arcadia is the Round Barn, a restored round barn painted red and used as both a museum for the town and an event space.
After the attractions in Arcadia, I made a pit stop with some friends, Austin and Lauren Archer outside of Oklahoma City, OK. We had onion burgers from Tuckers and enjoyed “the best part of Oklahoma” (from Lauren’s mom) the sunset.
After that I headed out and raced to catch the sunset, there were still glimpses of it and I put the top down, turned up Appetite for Destruction and whipped through OKC to try and keep sight of that beautiful view. This is where things went awry. As I was driving my headlight went out, and a 🚨 highway patrol officer 🚨 pulled me over…both for the headlight and the speeding I was engaged in. After admitting that the speeding was just me getting caught up in the moment and explaining I was doing Route 66 the officer let me sweat it out and let me off without a warning. PHEW.
I took the rest of the route slowly and crossed over the 1,000-mile marker on my way to Weatherford, OK where I would stay the night.
Wednesday / Day 4 | 23 towns, 301 miles
I woke up pretty early on Wednesday to get to an AutoZone and get some replacement bulbs for my front headlight. A relatively easy fix but didn’t want to tempt the wrath of the law if I didn’t have to.
In Oklahoma I stopped both at the Oklahoma Route 66 Museum in Clinton, OK and the National Route 66 Museum in Elk City, OK. The national museum was a lot better and had a cool walk-around feature and three distinct museums within it. Also, in Elk City there was this really cool state outside the Bank of Western Oklahoma (BOWO) of two cowboys shaking hands with the caption “Binding Contract”. A good message for a bank to espouse.
Truckin’ through Oklahoma I made my final stop in Erick, OK where the highlight was the Sandhills Curiosity Shop where owner and proprietor Harley Russell sits by and lets you browse his…curiosity shop. Allegedly, he was the inspiration for Mater’s country/hillbilly voice in the Cars movies and worked with Larry the Cable Guy to perfect it…I doubt that. Harley was the definition of rude and NSFW in his commentary. He had a few unique things hanging around — and at 10 in the morning I think he was already hammered. All in all, a must stop, but not my favorite stop.
Goodbye Oklahoma, HELLLLOOOOOOO Texas!
The first stop is Shamrock, TX at the U-Drop Inn a wonderful diner and a Conoco Tower Station. Great people there who loved Cubby and had a discussion about Chicago. Elvis apparently stopped for lunch here.
Onto McLean, TX where the highlight was the Devil’s Rope Museum was the highlight. A pretty massive museum dedicated to the history, diversity, and education surrounding one of the great technologies of the 19th century, barbed wire. A few years back I read a book about the fifty inventions that created the modern economy, and I was shocked to see barbed wire on the list, but there is a compelling case and I’m glad this museum exists to help educate folks (including myself) on its importance.
After McLean I decided to try something different. There are a few things to know about Route 66, but importantly it’s critical to understand that it’s no longer a single route. Its “creation” is cited in 1926, but it evolved over the years. Starting as dirt roads, slowly being converted to nine-foot cement “paths” in the ‘30s and some minor re-routing by the 1940s (the most visible example is the New Mexico portion which originally ran through Santa Fe but shifted to be just straight through Albuquerque by 1937). The death stroke to The Route was the Interstate Highway System which used similar routing and ended up destroying key portions of the highway, diverting traffic around small towns, and creating a more streamlined passage through the country. All of this to say, Route 66 is a collection of ignored roads. Some (like those through OKC or ABQ) are maintained, but others, in more rural areas, are ignored. Outside of McLean I decided to take one of the pre-1935 routes lovingly called “Dirt 66”. This 3-mile segment is the remnant of the “original” Route 66. Boy was that a mistake. Turns out a 1997 Porsche Coup is not a great off-road vehicle. It was after taking this segment that I hopped on I-40 (which was the designed non-dirt 66 route for this portion) and found myself with a popped tire.
Fortunately, I was only an hour outside of a major city, Amarillo, TX. So I watched a quick YouTube video on how to put on my spare tire and changed it on the side of I-40. Let me pass on two pieces of advice if you find yourself in a similar situation: One, if you can find an off-ramp or a rest stop change it there. The trucks and cars showed little care for me changing my tire on the side of the road and there were too many “close calls”. Two, if you’re going to pop your tire don’t do it in 100-degree heat. It’s really not fun.
After successfully putting on the spare I made my way to Amarillo and a Discount Tire where I had pre-checked in, so I was first up when I arrived. The change took a total of 30 minutes, and I was back on the road!
Amarillo is one of the larger cities on the route so there was plenty to see and do. Its most famous attraction is the Big Texan where the restaurant who shares the name offers a 72oz Steak Special, where if you finish the steak, you receive it for free. Over the years over 100,000 people have tried, and it has a success rate of ~10%…which all things considered is pretty good. I did not attempt this feat, but it’s one of those Route 66 attractions you have to stop at.
Instead of forcing myself to eat 72oz of steak, I stopped by Smokey Joe’s Texas Cafe on Sixth Street, the dense collection of restaurants bars and curios shops along The Route in historic downtown Amarillo. They were pet friendly, so Cubby and I took a breather and enjoyed the live music (first song up was “Gimme Three Steps by Lynyrd Skynyrd, excellent performance) and their chicken fried steak and an ice-cold Miller Lite.
Looking east I could see storm clouds closing in. I finished up, paid the check and continued west toward the next big stop, the Cadillac Ranch.
The Cadillac Ranch is an Art Exhibit outside of Amarillo. A collection of 10 Cadillac installed in the mid-70s, it’s now encouraged for visitors to bring their own spray paint and tag the cars to their hearts desire. Cubby and I marked the cars up with our initials and the IU Trident before heading back out on the road. Unknown to me, there was also a giant at the welcome center for the Cadillac Ranch, the “Second Amendment Cowboy” (bigger, Texas, etc…). Straddled by two over-sized six shooters and the full text of the second amendment at his feet, this was certainly the most political giant I had seen yet.
The sun was starting to set and with the storm clouds coming in it was perfect convertible weather. With the top-down Cubby and I jammed to some Lynyrd Skynyrd and flew across some of the flattest country we had seen yet. Our destination was a motel in New Mexico — so enjoyed one of the smoothest and best drives of the trip yet enjoying the cool air and the beautiful scenes.
Thursday / Day 5 | 14 towns, 295 miles
First stop on Day 5 was in Tucumcari, NM which I unfortunately didn’t see at night. A massive collection of some of the best neon signs yet at all types and themed motels. I stopped at the “Pyramid Curio Shop” and picked up some donuts for the road and continued through New Mexico
The heat was really starting to take its toll and for stretches here we had to put the top up and blast the AC, Cubby was getting really hot.
Next big stop was in Santa Rosa, NM at the “Blue Hole” a natural artesian well that is brilliantly blue and a cool 61 degrees year-round. A very refreshing break from the heat — although Cubby did not partake.
Following that, it was north to Santa Fe, NM. Along with way we stopped at the Pecos National Historical Park and toured the Pecos Pueblo. A nice little stop we didn’t expect to make, but a wonderful discovery and a good short hike.
Continuing north we finally made it to Santa Fe where we were confronted with a town in the midst of setting up for a massive art fair (which I guess are a big deal in Santa Fe). Regardless, we walked around the city. Enjoyed some southwest dishes and some drinks at the Bell Tower Bar with an excellent view of the downtown space.
I headed into the worst stretch of driving thus far, the route from Santa Fe to Albuquerque, NM was plagued with interstates and stroads during early rush hour. Just awful, terrible, no-good driving. But eventually I got to Central Avenue, the classic stretch of 66 through Albuquerque. I had the check engine light pop on during the stretch between Santa Fe and ABQ, so I popped into an O’Riley and AutoZone - nothing to be concerned about and I checked in for the night. But once I settled in for the night, I decided to check out Central Avenue, and what a treat.
Although it’s part of historic Route 66, Central Avenue is likely one of the least car-friendly roads on The Route (in a good way)! Albuquerque has their rapid transit system (ART) along this street and has dedicated lanes for those ART buses. It’s a great feature for public transit in an economical way that doesn’t require the building of rails but offers many of the same benefits. And that street seems to have benefitted! There’s a collection of restaurants and neon signs along the University of New Mexico campus. I grabbed a slice of pie and decaf at the 66 Diner and then grabbed an Aperol spritz at the M’tuccis in a refurbished gas station.
Friday / Day 6 | 16 towns, 263 miles
Woke up early and went to the local Porsche dealership to see if they had thoughts on the check engine light, and they gave me some reassurance and the light flicked off. Wonderful! With that we were off on day 6.
On my way out of town I stopped in Old Town Albuquerque and visited the Breaking Bad Museum and some other shops in the cute circle.
Next was the Route 66 Casino where I quickly popped in for a token bet, to be honest not that exciting, but a cool stop.
Popped into the New Mexico Mining Museum in Grants, NM and then quickly arrived at the New Mexico Arizona state border. On the New Mexico side you have the Continental Divide, that marks which side of the continent fallen water flows. I dropped a little water on each side so hopefully I’ll catch up with my droplet at the Pacific.
Next was a collection of Indian shops that had both Native American and traditional Route 66 souvenirs, one of them had a “Medicine Man” fortune teller, and another had a really robust cigar humidor. Playing into stereotypes? Most definitely, but at least it is their community profiting, I guess.
Continuing along the route I had the choice to take a detour and visit the Petrified Forest National Park, even though it added hours to the trip it was well worth it. The park was beautiful and filled with unique pull overs and views of the surrounding area. It also had a section dedicated to where the historic Route 66 cut through the park before it was superseded by I-40.
After a few hours cruising around the park, I made my way to Holbrook, AZ to rejoin Route 66 and grab a bite to eat. While driving around the town I saw the “Vacant” light on at the Wigwam Motel, so I promptly booked a room and spent some time with the owner who was very excited to meet Cubby. After getting situated I checked out the local watering hole, the Butterfield Stage Company Steak House. Great classic western eating.
Saturday / Day 7 | 3 towns, 89 miles
Woke up and went straight for the road, but my coolant indicator flicked on. No problem! I headed to an O’Riley Autoparts Store and got the approved coolant, filled it up and got on the road. Got to Joseph City, AZ no problem, but as I headed toward Flagstaff, AZ my engine temperature started to tick into the danger zone, so I pulled over and let the car cool down. I know I would need a mechanic to look at this because pulling over at any kind of cadence is not a sustainable way to finish out the final 600 miles of the journey.
I let the car cool, and then complete a few more miles. I stopped in Twin Arrows at a now defunct gas station to cool off under the awnings, and then the pattern accelerated. I eventually got to the point outside of Winslow, AZ where the car would no longer cool off. Fortunately, I got a mechanic to get me an appointment on Sunday at 10am, so I called it a win, got a towing company and dropped my car off for the next few days. Overall, I accomplished basically 90 miles. Nothing close to what I would need to stay on schedule, but so are the whims of transcontinental travel.
I checked into a beautiful motel and Cubby, and I proceeded to relax for the rest of the day.
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday / Day 8 — 10 | Stranded in Flagstaff, AZ
I’m stuck in Flagstaff until my car is repaired.
On Sunday I picked up a rental and went to explore the Grand Canyon. Boy was it beautiful. Truly an amazing detour and makes me grateful that I am stuck here for the time being, as I might have skipped this in favor of making better time to L.A., but part of the journey is taking it slow. The Grand Canyon was certainly something that I had to experience in person and cannot appropriately be understood over photo. Sorry for being one of those guys but it’s true.
While in the Grand Canyon I received a call about letting me know it would be
We stayed until sunset and then headed back to Flagstaff. Found out that the car would be fixed by Tuesday at noon — so hoping that timeline stays accurate.
On Monday we headed to Sedona. Great hiking, great restaurants, expensive all around.
Day 11 — 12 | 55 towns, 628 miles
On Wednesday I received word that my car was ready. I headed to the mechanics, and all seemed in order. But in a twist of fate in the 0.7 mile-drive back to the hotel the engine overheated and I had to call the mechanics back. At this point I thought all was lost. I was running out of time…hell I start work on Monday, August 26th and we’re approaching make-it-or-break it time. If I didn’t get my car back by Wednesday, I wouldn’t be able to make it to L.A. and then back in time.
But luck was on my side. I headed back to the mechanics and helped them find the coolant bleeder valve (probably the only thing I could find on the car) and with time to spare we got back on the road.
The final two days were a blur, while I could finish the route, I didn’t have a ton of time.
I swung through Seligman, AZ which serves as inspiration for Radiator Springs in Cars (to be honest, the “inspiration” is entirely based on the map placement similarities, the town is just a really well-maintained Route 66 town), but excellent tourist attractions and motels — wish I had been able to stay for longer!
Next big stop was in Oatman, AZ. Oddly enough, this was not my first visit to Oatman. Back in 2022 I raced from Austin, TX to Las Vegas, NV and Oatman was one of pitstops. To get to Oatman you have to take one of the most treacherous paths I’ve ever driven which includes 20 minutes of deadly switchbacks at sub-15 MPH speeds. Your reward? Oatman. An old mining town which after the mining operations ceased was overrun by the donkeys originally brought there to support the mines.
Unfortunately, the donkeys were no friend of Cubby. After taking him for a brief walk the donkeys spotted him and charged right at him. Fortunately, we were able to get out of harm’s way, but after that we headed back to the car and continue our journey to California
Once in California things started to move quickly. We stopped in Oro Grande, CA and visited the Bottle Tree Ranch where Elmer Long has been collecting old soda bottles since the 1950s and has created a forest of trees whose branches are soda bottles. There are also a variety of other old and rusty artifacts, but the highlight is really the forest.
Before we hit the L.A. suburbs, we made one last stop at the Route 66 Antique Station and did a little browsing. Good antiquing is a highlight of Route 66 and up until this point we had avoided a lot of it…but we made sure to save the best for last…or in this case only.
Then we headed into the…how do I say this nicely…hellscape that is Los Angeles, CA traffic. Route 66 does specifically avoid the interstates, but that does not result in any faster speeds.
What it does result in is a scenic journey through L.A. and the other cities in the area (Pasadena, Beverly Hills, etc…). The Route took us along iconic streets including Sunset Boulevard and Santa Monica Boulevard.
The final stop was within grasp, we pulled up to the pier just as the sun was setting. In a hurried rush we dash out to the beach to enjoy that famous California sunset and relax in the sand as our journey ended.
The final formal 66 stop was the “End of the Trail” stand on the pier where I spent about an hour discussing my experiences with resident expert, Ian. We also chatted with an Australian family who was considering doing the route next summer. Hopefully we sold them!
That was it. That was the route. It was reasonably exhausting after so many days on the road and so many stop, but it was worth it. For those who stuck it out till the end here are a few bonus Cubby pics that I didn’t get to post — thanks for all the support!
EXTRA BONUS: Frequently Asked Questions
While I was in Flagstaff, I put out a request for questions, below are the Q&As that we exchanged.
