End of the Trip
Santa Monica, California
After driving 2,448 miles across eight states, we finally came to the end of our Route 66 adventures in Santa Monica, California. The beach is just past the end of Route 66. I got to walk on the sand, wade in the surf and track seagulls. (A word to the wise: Don't sniff seagull tracks. You'll get sand up your nose.)
It was fun, but I was kind of sad. Even though it's a long drive, I love Route 66, and I was sorry our trip on it was done. Emily says if I'm a good dog, we can go back and do it again next summer. I can't wait!