Today we drove along Route 66. It was established in 1926 and ran from Chicago to Santa Monica in Los Angeles, a total of 2448 miles. Since 1985 it officially no longer existed having been replaced by the Interstate Highway system. This left many small towns along its route without customers for the various cafes and gas stations. We stopped at a diner which had been effected but along with other townspeople had fought to bring the road back into usage. It has now been made an historic highway and trade has returned once more.
He lined us up along the edge before letting us remove the bags and seeing this wonder of the world for the first time.
We had arranged to meet up again at 6.30pm to watch the sunset together but one member of the group didn't arrive.
After much searching( and it was now completely dark) Stirling, our leader, informed the park rangers that a member of our party had gone missing. We hung around for another hour in the hope she would turn up and I think we were all thinking the same thing . As independent travellers, we knew nothing about one another. We didn't know one another's mobile phone number or who to contact in an emergency. Although even if we did there was no phone reception where we were on the rim of the Canyon. Stirling,our leader told us that it was now in the hands of the professionals and we needed to continue our evening by picking up the pizzas that had been ordered for us, as there was no more we could do.