Day 23: I know you’re gonna be grand

It’s a bit out of the way unless one is dri­ving Route 66, but I felt com­pelled to visit Winslow, Arizona, the town name-checked in The Eagles’ “Take It Easy”. I hadn’t had lunch before leav­ing Flagstaff, but dialed in a list of rec­om­men­da­tions on the GPS and found Darrell’s Root Beer Stand, a white-painted concrete-block struc­ture on a cor­ner in the mid­dle of a res­i­den­tial neigh­bor­hood that didn’t actu­ally have a good root beer, just Mug.

I drove around look­ing for the famous cor­ner, which I finally found after wind­ing my way through the streets that weren’t closed due to con­struc­tion. I stopped in one of the sou­venir shops across the street and picked up some post­cards before stand­ing on the cor­ner myself, able to save myself the embar­rass­ment of singing, since The Eagles are played on an out­door P.A. I couldn’t see.

Winslow, Arizona

Winslow, Arizona

Having sat­is­fied my curios­ity, I drove back through Flagstaff to Williams, where I turned north to visit the Grand Canyon. I’d planned to visit the less-visited North Rim when I was head­ing west ear­lier on the trip, but my progress was slow. Instead, I set­tled for the South Rim, which receives 90% of all vis­i­tors to the Grand Canyon National Park. I imag­ine it would look much bet­ter dur­ing the morn­ing hours, but I wanted to see it at sun­set, my favorite time of day that isn’t total dark­ness. I took a few hours, mark­ing an imag­i­nary score­card for all of the for­eign lan­guages I heard (nine) as I made my way to the var­i­ous view­points along the 30-mile stretch of the park drive.

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

As the sun set, I sat near the edge and watched as the canyon turned dark and the sky went from blue to orange to pur­ple, before mak­ing my way back to Flagstaff, where I (unin­ten­tion­ally) spent the night in the same Motel 6 and got about as much sleep as I had the night before.

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