The quaint cafe is silent too, its paint peeled and sandblasted by the elements. The gas stations are mere shells of their former selves, and the post office hasn't received mail in decades. Glenrio is dead, except for the lonely dogs that wander its silent streets. Photo opportunities abound in this highway ghost town and it is a fine place to stop and explore, to reflect on the passing of time, and wonder what the future holds for this silent sentinel of Route 66.
Quote from: The Road Wanderer
|Little Juarez Diner, Glenrio (1:25)|