The first thing I did when I got to Oklahoma City was to get my dad’s camera. In fact, “Where is his camera?” might have been the first words out of my mouth when I saw my dad’s wife. I was absolutely going to be the one to have all of my dad’s photos from his trip down Route 66.
A small recap for anyone that does not know…
He had left Minnesota to ride the mother road on his Harley Davidson, it was a lifelong dream of his and since we lived in Pasadena, California, he thought he could road trip down Route 66 and spend some time with us.
Unfortunately, after leaving our house in California on his drive back home to Minnesota he was in a fatal motorcycle accident just outside of Oklahoma City. He was airlifted to the hospital and while he was not officially DOA, it was pretty close. I flew to Oklahoma City, where I met my brother, his wife and one of his sisters, after two days we took him off life support. Yup. I know. It’s heart-wrenching but in a fucked up way, a beautiful story. My dad literally died living his dream. And I will be pissed if I don’t go the same way.
My dad took over 500 photos on his trip (clearly we have that in common). Today would have been his 66th Birthday and I thought this might be a good time to go back through his photos and publish some of them. I thought that sitting down and going through them was going to be painful but, as I’ve been editing and resizing them, I have found myself smiling – he would have been a great travel blogger!
I have been wanting to write some epic story about the photos since I got them. I thought one day that I might craft a brilliant poetic story that would have people sobbing! Perhaps I would even submit this story to some other website or magazine. But I just don’t think I have that in me. Or maybe I do but what comes more natural to me is to just be me and write something quick and witty, to let the photos speak for themselves. Because really this was his trip, and just seeing it through his eyes is enough, there aren’t any words needed or, God forbid, my words just mess it all up.
He took beautiful photos and he took so many photos that I am pretty sure I could take his exact trip one day. I have photos of all the hotels he stayed in, even some of the rooms, street signs, and so many valuable points of interest, that it would not be hard to piece it all together! So anyways….
Happy 66th Birthday – here’s a look back on your trip down Route 66!