We breakfasted at the hotel restaurant, the Little America. The hotel interior and exterior is straight out of the 1970s but it has been well maintained. The breakfast was excellent. We gassed up and hit the road to the Grand Canyon.
The scenery outside of Flagstaff on the way to the Grand Canyon is gorgeous, passing through ponderosa forest, aspen groves, and open parks, reaching a little over 8,000 feet before gradually descending. Occasional views of the San Francisco Peaks presented themselves where the forest opened up.
We paid our $25 entry fee for the privilege of seeing one of America’s great national parks. We found a place to park in the first lot we came to. We assembled our daypacks and prepared to spend a few hours touring around the park on their shuttle bus system. Before jumping on the bus, we did a quick walk out to the rim. The place was crowded with all manner of tourists, from obese Americans to Asian women wearing high heels.
We hopped on a bus to get to Yavapai Point, which has a good view and a geology exhibit. The bus wasn’t too crowded but Yavapai Point was crawling with tourists. This was getting depressing. I had been to the Grand Canyon twice during my college years as a geology major, both times in February when the South Rim was lightly visited and dusted in snow. During those prior trips I had hiked down to the bottom of the canyon with my fellow students to spend a couple nights at the Phantom Ranch. The best way to see the canyon is to hike it, leaving the tourons behind as they gaze wishfully from the rim on things they will never touch.
We left Yavapai Point to return to our car on a bus that was standing room only. We couldn’t leave the South Rim fast enough.
Our next destination was Kingman. We picked up I-40 in Williams with a brief stop there for lattes. I had a nice chat with a guy whose son was in Iraq. I hear too many stories like this one, our young soldiers enduring unbelievable hardships and suffering that will affect them the rest of their lives.
We got off the Interstate at Seligman to follow the original route of Route 66, a highway I had traveled many times during my youth from Los Angeles to Detroit and back again visiting my Dad’s family. There is quite a cottage industry that has developed around the Mother Road. Every town along the way has kitschy stores selling Route 66 memorabilia and knick knacks. However, once you leave Seligman heading west, there is virtually nothing along the way except a few fading settlements.
The old highway was lightly traveled and my older son with his learner’s permit got a chance to drive fast on an open road. Within two minutes a bird splattered on the windshield. He also got a chance to pass a slow moving truck. After traveling next to the truck for a few seconds too long in the oncoming lane at the same speed as the truck, I gave the command "Floor it!"
We made it into Kingman by early evening and checked into the Comfort Inn. It was a passable hotel for one night. We made a little excursion out to the Kingman airport where my older son and I did little evening photography. The airport is primarily used as a place to mothball airliners. It was once used as a training field during World War II.
Tomorrow Hoover Dam and Las Vegas. For the record, I don't like Las Vegas.
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Sunday, June 27, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Vacation Day 5: Moab to Flagstaff
Sadly we left Moab this morning with little fanfare and some unfinished business, mainly a visit of Arches National Park, which we did not do. We amped up on morning coffee by going through Wicked Brew, a drive-thru espresso place in Moab. With plenty of gas we were on our way to Flagstaff.
From Moab, US 191 climbs gradually to Monticello. The terrain becomes greener and the Abajo Mountains to the west become larger. From there, the road descends back into the desert to Blanding and then Bluff. Always in view are various sedimentary rock units in the cliffs and canyons.
We left US 191 and then turned onto US 160 shortly after crossing into Arizona. We made a lunch stop at a Burger King in Kayenta. An emergency vehicle with siren and lights passed us before we turned into Burger King. I commented that I expected they were responding to an accident that could delay us. After lunch two aid cars were going passed us in the opposite direction. Soon we were passing the accident scene, a car apparently missing a curve and crashing through a guard rail. Sobering.
We made a planned stop at Wupatki National Monument to view some of the pueblo ruins built by the ancient Pueblo people some 800 years ago. Ever since visiting Chaco Canyon in 2006, I've been fascinated by the ancient Pueblo, also known as the Anasazi, but this term has fallen out of favor as it is now a well known fact the the existing Puebloan peoples are descended from these ancient peoples.
Next we made the short loop drive to Sunset Crater Volcano National Monument. We were short on time but managed to make a few quick stops. This cinder cone erupted about 900 years ago and the resulting lava flow looks as fresh as if it was erupted last year. This part of Arizona has a lot of volcanic features, including the San Francisco Peaks, which resembles Mount Saint Helens in shape, and likely had the same explosive eruption that blew out the side of this stratovolcano.
There is a fire going up in the San Francisco Peaks and we could readily see the smoke and smell it. Some of the fire burned into a portion of Sunset Crater Volcano National Monument. We could see some of the blackened ground but it did not appear to burn up into the forest crown at this location.
We finally made it into Flagstaff and checked into the Little America Hotel, a vintage 1970s hostelry that still retains that look. The room was large and clean with horrid decor that would look good at the Madonna Inn. Still, it was roomy and comfortable.
We ate dinner at Salsa Brava, a well known Mexican restaurant in Flag. My wife and I both ordered margaritas. The food was excellent. I had a gordito burrito. My wife and older son had carne adovado tacos, very spicy. Younger son had a plate of nachos. We went back to our room and instantly fell asleep.
Tomorrow the Grand Canyon.
From Moab, US 191 climbs gradually to Monticello. The terrain becomes greener and the Abajo Mountains to the west become larger. From there, the road descends back into the desert to Blanding and then Bluff. Always in view are various sedimentary rock units in the cliffs and canyons.
We left US 191 and then turned onto US 160 shortly after crossing into Arizona. We made a lunch stop at a Burger King in Kayenta. An emergency vehicle with siren and lights passed us before we turned into Burger King. I commented that I expected they were responding to an accident that could delay us. After lunch two aid cars were going passed us in the opposite direction. Soon we were passing the accident scene, a car apparently missing a curve and crashing through a guard rail. Sobering.
We made a planned stop at Wupatki National Monument to view some of the pueblo ruins built by the ancient Pueblo people some 800 years ago. Ever since visiting Chaco Canyon in 2006, I've been fascinated by the ancient Pueblo, also known as the Anasazi, but this term has fallen out of favor as it is now a well known fact the the existing Puebloan peoples are descended from these ancient peoples.
Next we made the short loop drive to Sunset Crater Volcano National Monument. We were short on time but managed to make a few quick stops. This cinder cone erupted about 900 years ago and the resulting lava flow looks as fresh as if it was erupted last year. This part of Arizona has a lot of volcanic features, including the San Francisco Peaks, which resembles Mount Saint Helens in shape, and likely had the same explosive eruption that blew out the side of this stratovolcano.
There is a fire going up in the San Francisco Peaks and we could readily see the smoke and smell it. Some of the fire burned into a portion of Sunset Crater Volcano National Monument. We could see some of the blackened ground but it did not appear to burn up into the forest crown at this location.
We finally made it into Flagstaff and checked into the Little America Hotel, a vintage 1970s hostelry that still retains that look. The room was large and clean with horrid decor that would look good at the Madonna Inn. Still, it was roomy and comfortable.
We ate dinner at Salsa Brava, a well known Mexican restaurant in Flag. My wife and I both ordered margaritas. The food was excellent. I had a gordito burrito. My wife and older son had carne adovado tacos, very spicy. Younger son had a plate of nachos. We went back to our room and instantly fell asleep.
Tomorrow the Grand Canyon.
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