Seligman - Truxton - Kingman: the part of Route 66 we drove. It was a disillusion (ironically the only one on our road trip this summer) : cheap souvenirs, some car wrecks alongside the road, a few interesting places, but most of all a route of 66 missed opportunities.
Three black cats and nothing happening.
The star hotel of Kingman during the great days before Route 40 killed this one, was left in a ambiguous state. Honestly I don't have a clue on the economics behind this all. But, if Route 66 is a nostalgia-destination, there's ample room for improvement.
"Kodachrome slides, developed by your uncle"- type of experience. ( I know, I know)
Luckily (and again a strange type of coincidence), the real stars of Route 66 were the BNSF locomotives passing by on the parallel railroad: 4 of them on each train, dragging hundreds of containers: an amazing force.
Okay, Antelope Canyon here we go: after driving in the back of…
One of the most beautiful sceneries of the trip. Purple, green & hundred flavors of brown are everywhere. Again a thunderstorm in the far east of the Park. It seemed an unusual summer in a lot of States.