March 23… and more stuff

After all of the rock hunting we did this morning, we drove a little way up the road to a place called The Little Painted Desert. Not to be confused with the Big Painted Desert where we’ll go tomorrow. Has to be seen to be appreciated, the pictures just can’t capture it.

Afterwards, we drove into Winslow for the quintessential tourist experience. We stood on a corner in Winslow Arizona, and it was such a fine sight to see. And yes, there was a flat bed Ford.

Winslow is still cashing in on the memories of that one song. Their only other tourist industry is Route 66 memorabilia. Once the old generation, that can remember the Eagles and the heyday of the old highway system, is gone, Winslow will go the way of the dinosaurs.