I drove all night with dawn breaking as we crossed the border from Arizona back into California. In the Mojave, when it rains, it really pours. This puddle next to an isolated off-ramp was the size of a small lake. I strayed from Interstate 40 onto the backroads for a couple of reasons. First, Sunday traffic returning to SoCal is hellacious, and I wanted to get away from the major highway artery we were on. Second, and most importantly, key sections of historic Route 66 were within easy reach. What choice did I have?