While rummaging through some boxes in the closet I came across some old photos I'd taken of what was then called Route 666 in eastern Arizona. It's a lonely, winding road, but passes through some beautiful mountainous areas. I recall it being a bit spooky, but I think that's only because of the lore associated with it.
I briefly lived in Tucson, and those photos brought back many fond memories.
I was also reminded of the time I was on I-10 in southern Arizona and experienced some, shall we say, gastrointestinal issues. Not a bathroom for miles! I'll spare you the details of that.