Lincoln Highwayman

Suzy and Paul Giddens, who’ve been following this blog, kindly invited me to stop by Galt, California to see the stretch of The Lincoln Highway that winds through town. I’m glad I stopped, Suzy and Paul are really nice people and I had a great time. You can read about it

I couldn’t have hoped for better weather when I arrived in San Francisco’s Lincoln Park to conclude my journey. The sun was shining and the temperature hovered around seventy seven degrees.

The only difficulty in sight was that I needed someone to take my picture at the concrete marker that signified the western terminus- and sometimes I’m a bit reluctant to ask things of people.

But even that wasn’t much of a problem. I found the marker easily ennough and pulled up beside it- and someone pulled up in their car right beside me. His name was Tony and when I told him that this was the end of my trip he insisted on taking my picture.

I did have one mishap on The Loneliest Road. As I was going up a mountain, my fuel mixture adjusting rod broke off at the carburetor end. I pulled over first chance and got to rigging something up with some bailing wire.

I was in the middle of performing my makeshift repair when I happened to look across the road- and what did I see?

Now I wonder what the odds are of my pulling over in exactly this place?

In Wadsworth, Nevada I stumbled upon a small section (freshly blacktopped) of what looked to be the original highway.

After crossing into California on The Northern Route I took the beautifully winding Donner Pass Road.

Of course I stopped off for a bit at Donner Memorial Park.

And, nope, I didn’t have lunch there.