This morning we had breakfast with a friend and then headed back north along I-17, which we’d traveled in the opposite direction yesterday. Whereas, we had three long descents traveling to Cave Creek, we were now faced with climbing a mile during our trip back to Flagstaff.
Once there, we headed west along I-40, again, paralleling Old Route 66, where we saw remains of one of the bridges of the Mother Road,
crossed the Arizona Divide (the highest road elevation we’ve reached so far on this trip),
abandoned homes,
an occasional farm,
and signs of fall foliage.
Our destination was
population 3,023, a tough frontier town filled with cowboys, loggers and railroad workers. Gambling and prostitution were legal on one area of town until 1907.
We found gas prices as high as we’ve seen them anywhere to date.
However, we subsequently discovered that the RV campground we were staying at had a deal with the Chevron station which gave a $.10/gallon discount for people staying at the campground. The owner called the station where we’d just dropped $230 and we were able to get the discount retroactively! I wonder how often that would happen “back East”.
Unlike many towns through which Route 66 passed in its heyday, both held off being by-passed by I-40 longer than any others
and it has managed to establish itself as a “destination” town. Not only is it the major jumping-off point for the railway which runs north to the Grand Canyon (which we’re taking tomorrow) but it has been able to revitalize many of the businesses (primarily bars and restaurants) which populated Route 66 during its heyday, supported private museums and many other buildings from that period have been rehabbed although presently occupied by newer businesses.
and there are more around this quaint and interesting community … including