And that, my friends, is the number of visitors we had at Afton Station today. I can't really blame people for not coming out on such an ugly day -- very cold, very damp, very dark, very windy. Ron M. and I sat around and caught up on our reading until 1:30, then gave up and started for home. Our one visitor was a local citizen who had lost a packet of important papers yesterday on his walk home from the post office and just stopped in to see if we might have found it. Hardly a Route 66 traveler. Robin came in and hung out for about an hour, but otherwise we saw nobody.
On the way out of town, we stopped to take a photo of the bridge which we feel is the same one I talked about in yesterday's blog post. Seventy-six years has changed it, of course, but it appears that the lay of the land is accurate, and it's the only bridge of such size within 3 miles of Afton to the north. It has recently been completely restructured.
We plan to go back to Afton tomorrow, and I have high hopes for the day. The sun has already begun to shine and the prediction is for temperatures in the '50s. So c'mon, folks, have mercy on us and stop in for a visit. Please!