Another long day at the wheel! I think I took things a bit easy on the early part of the Route 66 journey, and hung around in Oklahoma for a while, and now time is pressing a bit, as I have a flight booked from Las Vegas on Friday, so pressure is on a bit!
I crossed the Dividing Range at over 7,000 feet, and eventually headed into Arizona, which is a spectacular journey. I had planned to take a small detour to see the huge meteor crater just dout of I-40, and was pleased that I did. It was very impressive, and I don’t think the pictures really do it justice at all.
I finally made it to Flagstaff, Arizona, and I didn’t forget Winona, although it would appear that most of the rest of the world has already done so. It is a very small place, and I was out the far side of it almost before I had realised I had arrived there, and had to turn round to take a picture of the wonderful old bridge, no longer open to traffic.
So I got into Flagstaff just in time to make it to the bank as planned, hopefully to collect my debit card for my US bank account. But it’s not here! It hasn’t arrived yet, and I plan to head out for the Grand canyon early tomorrow! Oh dear, I’ll have to try to get it sent on to me in Las Vegas perhaps.
I had a very quick wander around Flagstaff, but it was getting dark and cold, and I found a warm, inviting Irish pub with free internet access, and so have settled in for the evening. Flagstaff is a bit snowy, and has a lovely early-season ski resort feel to it, very wintery, with towering mountains in the background. I will try to have a look around tomorrow before heading out towards the Grand Canyon.