http://californiawithkids.com/legal/ Much of northeastern Arizona is high, dry plain, one of the landforms least appealing to me; the dryness and dustiness seemed to increase the further I got from Flagstaff, and most things looked pretty ugly by the time I rolled into Holbrook, a gray-yellow dusty town of boxy concrete buildings. I am by nature not […]
Category Archives: Travels
Holbrook, Arizona.
01-Apr-12Winslow, Arizona.
01-Apr-12I passed through Winslow, Arizona, and attempted to get a meal, which failed. There wasn’t much in town, which seems to now hang all its hopes on the Eagles song. A tourist shop stands opposite the famed corner, which was the only thing open in town besides a Circle K. I stood for awhile on […]
Winslow, Arizona.
Meteor Junction, Arizona.
01-Apr-12Encounter with Route 66.
01-Apr-12Heading back to I-40 from Meteor Crater I saw down a side road what appeared to be a large ruined structure, of a kind of stony substantiality very unusual in these parts – indeed it looked from a distance like the ruins of Gabii, one of the little towns which had vanished into the maw […]
There was no room at the inn at the Grand Canyon, so after spending the day there I headed for Flagstaff, which had a youth hostel. I figured I could relive my youth as well as be down only $20 for the night, as opposed to 50. I got to bed around midnight, entering into […]
The Grand Canyon.
30-Mar-12Definitely the best and biggest thing I saw in Arizona. Probably best in pictures, of course.
Grand Canyon with People.
28-Mar-12To Williams, Arizona.
27-Mar-12Route 66 runs on high ground in central Arizona, and the town of Williams, where I stopped for the night, has an elevation of 6,800 feet. After sunbathing before lunch surrounded by bikini-clad beachgoers in Lake Havasu City, in Williams I slept where the snow was piled high in the streets. I was refreshed by […]
Why The 19th Century Was So Lovely in the End.
17-Apr-12http://thmiii.com/case/7 Because, for all its problems, you can bet that even in a town like Tombstone, Arizona, “the rottenest place you ever saw,” in the 19th century someone somewhere in town had a bust of Goethe.