Sunday, July 24, 2011

Back on 66 in Arizona

I had to backtrack a bit to make sure I visited a couple of towns.  One of the most famous icons on 66 is this sign near Joseph City, advertising the Jackrabbit Trading Post, known for its cherry cider, and its slogan:  "If you haven't been to the Jackrabbit, you haven't been in the Southwest."


On to Winslow--yes, I had to stand on the corner.  Winslow was known for interesting ladies, so the men would get dressed up and stand on the corner, waiting for girls.  The views are across the street from each other.





I visited a Meteor Crater that was quite fascinating.  They have a visitor center with tour guides--you can walk around a small part of the top of the crater, but not go down to the floor of it.  It is 570 feet deep, one mile across and three miles in circumference.  It was created 50,000 years ago from an 150 foot object traveling 45,000 mph at impact.  It's the world's best preserved meteor impact site, is studied by scientists and has been in a couple of movies (Starman is one) and many documentaries.  Photos of a side view, the whole view, a piece of the meteorite, and a view out a brick wall window that's part of the building.





Twin Arrows is an abandoned tourist complex, but the arrows signifying its name are still there.



On the road..

In Flagstaff, an old motel.




In Parks, a town that was formerly called Maine(!), an old feed store, established in 1921.


Around this area I drove on some more dirt road and passed through a town called Brannigan Park, which is at the highest elevation on Rt. 66 at 7300 ft.  Stopped in Williams for the night.  Williams is the point at which travelers turn to go to the Grand Canyon, so in addition to still having lots of old motels, the town has made an effort to preserve Rt. 66.  You can take a train from Williams to the Grand Canyon. 

 


I mentioned before, I think, that in Arizona a lot of 66 is under the highway, so I had to hop on and off.  I was on a bit of the highway after Williams, and was realizing that even though I was looking at the exact same view ass 66 travelers would have seen years ago, it was different being on the highway with a speed limit of 75 than driving on the old road, often being the only car for miles at a time.  I've come to much appreciate the old road and its solitude.















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