Very nice summary. Next time I am in the Berdoo area, I’ll take more time to focus on Old Highway 66, which I remember from ~1948 when as a 14-yr old, remember the family driving from Chicago to LA in our first car, a ’48 Plymouth. We then headed north up north on Hwy 99. This was our entree into CA, and we probably spent a night there in some Hwy 66 motel. The canvas water-bag was carefully attached to the front bumper for the desert crossing. My, how time flies! RJS