Up, and packed in drizzling rain. Then off to find Route 66. Scenic route for 20mins, including some gravel road, and a stretch where a grader was smoothing top-soil onto the road surface. That was different.
From there, was a quick run into Stroud, where the Rock Cafe had a parking spot on concrete. Funny the things that become important.
Had a nice lunch, with real vegetables. Gravy was nice (hints of garlic), but smothered the food a tad. Next time I will ask for gravy on the side.
Had a nice chat. Jerry McClanahan and his father (retired oil-rig worker, who has been all over the world).
Across the street was a Phillips66 station where I filled up, and pressed on.