Amara Rose of her Health, Wealth and Wisdom blog writes that, with the encouragement of a friend, she took Route 66 instead of the interstate from central Arizona to the high desert of Southern California.
… I took Historic Route 66 almost all the way from Prescott, AZ (actually picked it up in Ash Fork) till it ended in Route 58 just outside Barstow, CA, and it was a much more enjoyable way to travel; especially the AZ portion, with all the darling little "Old West" towns along the way that I would never have pulled off Rte. 40 to see. Who would have thought Oatman, for example, was such a tourist attraction, sequestered away in the mountainous high desert, pop. 120? (I wonder where the locals buy their food?) But I stopped there, even ended up buying a new fanny pak, which I needed, then climbed back into my "mobile sauna" and crossed the state line.
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Route 66 also offers up humorous posts along the way, to enLighten the load of the weary traveler. Here's one that tickled me (written in 4 successive signs):
Train approaching,
Whistle squealing
Pause! Avoid that
Rundown feeling.(It actually took me a minute to "get it"!)