Breakfast this morning was pretty dodgy indeed. So it would seem to me that any kind of eating at Kingman is not great - but then again, if we’d strayed further afield, it may be a different story. We were greeted at breakfast by some interesting sights. A group of bikies from Czech Republic (they were all lifetime members and their ladies were impossibly tall and beautiful) as well as a few beauty queens still in curlers but proudly displaying their sashes.
We headed out on Route 66 again, but this stretch was fairly straight and quite different to yesterday’s experience. As always though, the scenery was wonderful. We headed through Page and on to my insistent little two hour sidetrack to visit Winslow, Arizona - to stand on the corner. I drove, and I actually made pretty good time (wink, wink). Halfway to Winslow, the landscape changed from the red clay earth with dark green shrubbery (and the occasional tree) to enormous plains of yellow grasses. It was entirely different and it was like this all the way to Winslow. This is what I thought the Wild West would look like!
We drove into the sleepy little town of Winslow and got very excited when a tumbleweed tumbled across in front of us. We got so excited, we couldn't grab the camera fast enough, but we did end up with a little photo of it. The very special corner was very easy to find. It really is a small
town, so we just drove down the Main Street and a couple of blocks later, there was the corner. Good on them for taking advantage of the tourism it offers them - there really isn’t much else in Winslow (although it is very pretty). We stood, first me, then Mark, then me again. Then we went across the road into the souvenir shop (which was playing ‘Wasted Time’) and bought a couple of fridge magnets. There were lots of shirts with “I stood on the corner” printed on them. Back out onto the street and the hotel across the road was playing ‘Peaceful, Easy Feeling’ and we decided to drop into the diner on the other corner (there, you have all four corners now). After a ridiculously thick shake and a shared roast beef sandwich (while listening to ‘Life In The Fast Lane’ and the reason we were there ‘Take It Easy’), we headed back out to have another look at the famed corner. We took a photo for a couple from Sacramento and they took one for us. They apologised for their President (LOL) and then told us all about every famous musician the hubby knew, right down to partying with Janis Joplin and Mama Cass. I'm not sure if I believe them or not, but he told good stories.
Back into the car and we hightailed it back into Page to meet up with Shea (Fairy Princess Petal). This is three different continents we’ve met up on now, so we’re all rather impressed. It’s always great catching up with Petal as she’s always great fun. We had dinner at a local brewery and chatted all night. Dinner was great - pulled pork and some tri-tip, polished off with a great brownie at the end. Shea stayed the night with us at the dodgy motel with loud air conditioning and strange lights all over the place.
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