October 11, 2010 ~ Bill and I have been busy in Northern Arizona since Thursday night. The scent of the pine-air and the sight of those tall trees, has provided rejuvenation for both of us.
Three nights at the Arizona Mountain Ranch outside of Williams, AZ – whose main claim to fame, was that it was the last American town to be passed by Interstate 40 – putting the final death spike into Route 66 – except that it didn’t. With the addition of the Grand Canyon Railway in the late 1980’s – the Mother Road was born again. As some readers know, my family and I used to live on Route 66 – and we did get our kicks. And so have Bill and I.
Sunday afternoon, my family drove up to join us at the historic San Marcos Hotel in Williams, and on Monday morning, we heard “All aboard” as the Conductor invited us aboard for the 83 mile journey to the Grand Canyon. My family was scheduled to stay just for a few hours before returning to Phoenix, but Bill and I were to stay the night, and return on Tuesday afternoon. I will head for home, and Bill will be boarding another train for his journey back east to his home. Continue reading