As the last beautiful days of Autumn filled the air, The Mister and I decided to get our kicks by driving down to Atlanta for lunch on Route 66 last month. Wait. What? Anyone who knows their geography knows that Atlanta is not on Route 66. Well, they are correct if they are thinking about Atlanta, Georgia. But we were getting our kicks in Atlanta, Illinois. It is a time-capsule of a town about 20 miles south of Bloomington.
Atlanta’s heyday was from about 1920 until the mid-1940s when Route 66 ran through town. It diminished when Route 66 was realigned and bypassed the town after that. However, ever the resourceful people, Atlanta comes to life during the summer when it caters to tourists traveling The Mother Road.
Alas, we had a failure to communicate and The Mister thought I brought our camera and I thought he had brought it so we had to rely on my phone’s camera to document our memory of a beautiful day. Only one of the photos from the interior of the Palm Cafe came out–there was just too much interesting stuff in this authentic malt shop, complete with counter, for my phone’s camera to focus on any one thing despite my best efforts. You’ll just have to stop in yourselves to see what a throwback in time the Palm Cafe truly is.
After lunch, we headed over to the J.H. Hawes Grain Elevator Museum, Illinois’ only fully restored wooden grain elevator. Unfortunately, since we were visiting in October, we were too late in the tourist season for a drop in visit. It is open during the summer on a regular schedule and the rest of the year by appointment.
Our last stop before heading home was to get an up-close look at Atlanta’s water tower with it’s bright yellow smiley face against an azure sky. We left Atlanta with smiles on our own faces!