It’s almost 1300 hours; we’ve had lunch and haven’t left the base. Yet. Lunch was obtained at the Route 66 Cafe just up the street from the Oasis RV Park. It’s a nice facility but we took our food back to the RV so we could eat with Max. Diane had patty melt and I had some sort of chicken burrito. She had sweet potato fries, and I had wedge shaped fries made with mashed potatoes. The fries were pretty good. Never had anything like them before.

Diane insisted that we take a jaunt into Barstow because she promised Max he could go for a ride. Since he can’t drive yet, it’s only fair, and logical, for him to get his ride. We can’t let him lose trust in us. Sounds silly, I know, but we’re pretty sure he understands English very well. Probably Spanish, too. So, we’re very careful what we say.

Now it’s 1615 hours and we just returned from Max’s ride around town and that’s about exactly what we did.

Route 66 runs right through the base we’re on. The working side of the base is on the north side, and the housing area is on the south. Interesting. We’ll have to take a trip over there to look things over so we can report back with good information. I’m sure all of you will want to know about this.

I took a bunch of photos as we drove around the city, but the only ones of interest were the murals painted on the buildings. The town itself appears to be on a downward trajectory with many businesses boarded up all along Route 66.

Here’s a photo of one of the many pedestals that appear along the highway through town. Each one has a front and back view of period pickups and sedans, except for this one.

One very interesting wall mural where calvary is riding camels. The write-up included explains that this was a test to see if they worked out better than mules. The onset of the Civil War stopped this program.

Here we are hanging out in a sunny patch behind the bus. I didn’t have my selfie stick handy, so I positioned my shadow to be next to my lovely bride.

That’s it for today.