We crossed into Arizona and stopped at the welcome center.
Our first “things to see” in Arizona was the Painted Desert and Petrified Forest. Something I can almost remember from the trip to California my parents took the family on in the summer of ’64 or 65, I can’t remember which for sure. Route 66 was pretty much it back then and we stopped here, I know, as we still have the little vial of Painted Desert sand and piece of petrified tree, all legal back then. Today you are admonished not to touch anything and are checked at the exit for contraband. That’s a good thing though, as it leaves it for the next visitor. Mary bought a National Park pass (senior citizen – don’t tell her I said that) when we were in Hawaii for 10 dollars that lets her and a guest (me) into any National park for free. Smart woman.
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Route 66 used to go through right between the Painted Desert and the Petrified Forest.
We met a young family from Michigan while looking at the Indian ruins and hieroglyphics. We told them we were from Clio and she said she taught school in Montrose – small world indeed.
On the way to the Petrified Forest:
The Petrified Forest:
From the Forest we looped back up to 66 and Holbrook, Az.
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This isn’t quite to Holbrook, but it is one lonely, lonely tree.
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This is the welcome sign to Holbrook.
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I had thought we left Roswell behind but it seems we’re caught in a time warp.
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One of the cool things to do when traveling Route 66 in the good ‘ole days was to stay at a Wigwam Motel. As dad was hauling a travel trailer on our trip back then we didn’t get to stay in one, but this time…
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Not easy to see, but then the Jag looked a little out of place anyway.
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Mary wanted a picture of the wigwams at dark and they are cute.
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It was really kinda cool staying there. The wigwam was concrete and even though we were in unit # 1 right beside 66 we couldn’t hear any traffic sound. The bed was comfortable and was just – fun.
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Next stop was Winslow, Arizona and breakfast.
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Then we Stood on the Corner for a while.
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and then hit the road.
From Winslow we followed I-40 to Flagstaff.
We were able to pick up 66 again a little way west of Williams, Az and rode it all the way to Kingman. (little pictures are thumbnails, to see better click on them but sit back as I don’t know how big they get….actually you can click on any of the pics for a larger frame.)
Then we ran into one of those blasts from the past that you just slap your head about. “I remember those!”
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Burma Shave!!
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on to Kingman..
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Kingman, Az is where we broke off 66 to head down to Lake Havasu City and one Sweet bed and breakfast, but that’s another story.