Saturday July 7 (I think) Once again, I woke up before Carla and headed outside to get some last train pictures before we had breakfast and headed off. But, I don’t have anything special to post. We’d already seen what we wanted to see east of Winslow on Route 66 (see previous post on Holbrook… Continue reading Day 9 – The Turn Toward Home

We could hear trains all night; I don’t think they were too loud, and Carla didn’t even seem to mind. She said she has enjoyed all this more than she thought she would. I have a friend, Bud, who is a Notary Public. I think when we get back home, I’ll have her sign an… Continue reading Day 8 – Winslow, Holbrok, Petrified Forest

Before heading out from Sedona on Thursday morning I set up the tripod to get a picture of Carla, Andrew, and I. He then headed backto Tucson and we headed for Flagstaff, Walnut Canyon, and Winslow. Jake and Sally were also headed to Winslow so they could show us around. We took a quick stop… Continue reading Day 7 – Winslow At Last