It seems like a cool place to spend a weekend, a week, or a few years. But for us, on our westward journey, it’s only a one night stop over. It also is our access point to the Grandcanyon. Because we were again pressed for time after another late start, a decision was made to only do the south rim, and approach it from the east and head west along the park road.
The canyon itself can only be described in hyperbole, and has been done a million times better by someone else. It is an unbelievable natural feature, as Dawn kept saying, you can take as many pictures as you want, try and describe it to everyone you meet, compare it to your local ditches. (You listening Tallulah?) The only way to really experience it is to actually go there. See it yourself.
The rest of the trip was punctuated with stretches of 66 nostalgia and includes one of the longest continuous stretches of the road from just outside Flagstaff to Kingman.
We saw old steel bridges, Burma Shave signs, (although these replicas were fun to see, apparently the real Burma Shave signs were never placed along 66.)We also saw a lot of burnt out towns that have seem better days. Dawn also took one of my favorite pictures of the trip. At least of the road trip style pictures.
We did intended to see some other roadside sights in Arizona, but we were in the Dark by Kingman, and had yet to get to Vegas.
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