In order to stay in the wigwams, we had to backtrack a bit, which was good, because we got a taste of some Route 66 sights in the daytime. After the rainstorm in Sedona, we drove through Flagstaff, which looked a bit like an old coal mining town, it was dark and dreary, maybe just from the rain, but allow me to make a claim. The historic downtown actually more resembled a large train depot. We were impressed, but pressed for time. The day we headed to the Grand Canyon was divine - look at that sky! I hope that picture enlarges because these were the most cartoonish expanse of clouds I've ever seen. Then we all got to sit on the Jackrabbit.
I then needed to pick up a prescription, and Flagstaff is a mid-sized town, so we swung by the CVS. Then we ate in Williams at someplace called Goldie's Route 66 Diner. The diner was - oh, God, I hate to say it, but I must - a white trash haven. The town is cute and made for tourists, with it's Route 66 loop. We didn't have time, but I would have gotten very sauced in this joint, I can promise you that.
Call me what you will, but I actually do like some Eagles songs. In fact I LOVE "Take it Easy" because I realized one day, many, many years ago that I knew all of the words to a song I'd never thought much about, but to which I related deeply. I've always got at least 7 women on my mind, four that want to own me, two that want to stone me and one that says she's a friend of mine. Granted I have difficulty "taking it easy." But that's not exactly what the song's about. It's more about 2 things, things I can relate to: 1. enjoying experiences in the moment since, you know, shit never happens twice, and 2. when getting all worked up about dudes or my million other problems, driving is a wonderful mind-clearing activity.
Anyway, Jackson Browne and Glen Frey wrote into the lyrics of this song about a corner in Winslow, AZ, and that is where we stopped next. There's no building behind that wall, it's just a wall, and there's the stature of JB or GF. This town was sadly, sort of a ghetto, with a strong Native population and a few gift shops devoted to the song.
I then needed to pick up a prescription, and Flagstaff is a mid-sized town, so we swung by the CVS. Then we ate in Williams at someplace called Goldie's Route 66 Diner. The diner was - oh, God, I hate to say it, but I must - a white trash haven. The town is cute and made for tourists, with it's Route 66 loop. We didn't have time, but I would have gotten very sauced in this joint, I can promise you that. 
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awwww... the eagles are prophets.
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