Flagstaff

Didn't make it as far as Winslow today as we had intended, but did manage to burn up a whole quarter of a tank of fuel getting to Flagstaff.

The only thing I can ascribe to as having made such meager progress, is that the Best Western we stayed at in Kingman had a check-out time of noon, and we lollygagged.  Luckily, we're on no schedule.

In Ash Fork we had a pleasant lunch at a local pub hangout called The Oasis Lounge that has been recently refurbished with expertly rough-hewn wood and paneling everywhere.  Limited menu, but good Mexican grub and prices that appealed to my cheap bastard side.

Most of today's drive involved secondary roads where there was no one in front of us, no one behind us and no one coming upon us for the majority of the time.  AND we ended up on a gravel road portion of Route 66 for a short term.  I was taken by how the striking landscape went from the quintessential Arizona desert we're all so familiar with to lush groves of pine trees.  But as I look at my maps, I realize that we are ascending upon the Continental Divide.

Staying at yet another Best Western here in Flagstaff, and had supper at the Beaver Street Brewery & Whistle Stop Café.  The large soft pretzel appetizer was AMAZING!

Planning on a side trip to Meteor Crater tomorrow, which quite possibly might translate into our not making it out of Arizona by tomorrow.  Way it goes.