So I left DC a little after noon today to try and get to Canaan Valley before dark and before the snow we have rolling in. It was a pretty easy shot on 66 out of DC until I got closer to the mountains. This always feels like the first real part of the trip. Bouncing down the Jersey Turnpike before getting to DC never feels like a road trip. It's out here that it starts.
Funny thing though, this isn't the "real" Route 66, that one used to run from Chicago to LA and is still there in in some places in the Southwest as Historic Route 66.
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