{"id":12805,"date":"2020-09-18T05:30:42","date_gmt":"2020-09-18T12:30:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=12805"},"modified":"2021-08-24T04:40:08","modified_gmt":"2021-08-24T11:40:08","slug":"radiator-springs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=12805","title":{"rendered":"Radiator Springs"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

The Fourth of July holiday is here<\/strong>, marking the halfway point of summer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Covid be damned, I was going to get out and enjoy the long weekend along Route 66 and the forgotten towns and roadside attractions that you can find.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n

First up was Radiator Springs, found in between Seligman<\/a> and Peach Springs<\/a>, or between nowhere and utter emptiness. I leave my mask hanging from the rearview mirror and step out into the 110 degree weather.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I can hear the tumbleweeds<\/strong> rolling across the prairie, the only sound out here. It feels apocalyptic. Scattered around this junkyard town are relics of this country’s automotive history.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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These days it is hard<\/strong> to distinguish between abandonment and quarantined fear. I can feel eyes watching me from behind drawn curtains, but see no one. I kick around the dust, moving slowly in between the remnants of a forgotten era.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Then I see the sign<\/strong> I am looking for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because I am not just out here in the middle of nowhere to marvel at rusty vehicle wonders, but to find the Grand Canyon Caverns<\/a>. It seems to be the safest place to stay, or perhaps a uniquely final resting spot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If I disappear permanently, no one would know. That kind of isolation is what I believe draws people out here in the first place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the hills here have eyes, watching me as continue down the dirt road past Radiator Springs to one of the strangest places I’ve yet to find…..<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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