Elk City

Elk City - There's not much here...

I really didn't do much in Elk city, this is due to a few reasons. One, the greyhound bus stop was way out of tow, Two, the motel I stayed at was a little out of town and three, there's not much in town. But I still had a good time.

I arrived at the bus station at 9.30 at night, only to discover that it was beside a highway, there were no pavements anywhere. I lucked out and got a lift from a worker at the petrol station to my motel, thanks lady, she didn't tell me her name. I did three things while staying at Elk, walked alot, I mean alot. Shopped alittle and looked round the route 66 museum.
Due to the strange placement of my motel, behind a few highways, it took me a good while to walk into the town, this is my route. From the motel I crossed a small highway and between a ditch separating the roads. Walk past a large garage shop and down a road to a housing estate. The estate was truly modern, as in large houses and no pavements, all the houses look the same and they all had large Cheveys in their drives. From here I crossed through a broken fence and accross another highway. After the road I walk along the side of the hhighway, grassverges all the way for about half an hour. Then yay theres the main street, bout a mile north, still theres alot of walking to do and mostly through car parks and along empty roads. But I got there, safe and sound. The whole walk takes around an hour and abit, loads longer with my bags when trying to get back to the bus station.
The national route 66 museum was a great little gem. It was cheap to enter and there was lots to see, though it was in a small building. The first thing you see is a pink cadillac at a drive in movie theater, showing that day was "The Thing!". Also on show was a small popeye display, not sure where that came into it, but it was good, I guess. You could walk around the pretend road and see all the sights and read all the information on the 66 in the past. Many items were on display, as well and small radio segments and recordings. It was a great little place and I'd like to go again.
On my leaving day, having loads of time til the bus would be picking me up, I decided to walk. Again it was a long walk, made even longer by my backpack and wheely bag. I got to the state highway and turned right, I should have turned left. After being told by a old guy in a pickup, I decided to go to the nearest petrol station and ask for a taxi. Betty Boop turned up in her black truck and said "I'm the taxi". I loaded my bags in the back and got in; a smelly smoke filled messy two seater thing. She drove baddly, trying to text and make phone calls while wrestling with the stick (gear stick). She seemed nice and didn't charge me much, but I can't say I'd get in there again. So I caught the bus to my next destination, Memphis.