It’s hard to beat the Southwest U.S. when it comes to alien landscapes, wild west culture and overall weirdness.  For our last roadtrip as U.S. residents, I decided to hit all three by driving from Las Vegas, Nevada through Flagstaff, Arizona and on to Albequerque, New Mexico with stops in Roswell and Sante Fe.

We rented a car in hopes of preserving the value of our cars, which we were both planning on selling within a few months.  We ended up with a Dodge of some sort which clearly had engine problems and got extremely low gas mileage.  Nevertheless, it took us through to Albequerque, where we promptly switched cars through the rental company without much hassle.

Our Rental Car

Our Rental Car

The drive from Vegas to Flagstaff was fairly mundane, aside from the near-accident with an elk.  The next morning, we got our nerd on before heading out to New Mexico by visiting the Lowell Observatory in Flagstaff. Admission was a modest $10 USD and we took a free tour of the facilities, which included one of those novel gigantic telescopes.  The one at Lowell is particularly famous due to that fact that it was instrumental in the discovery of Pluto (the now defunct planet) and also aided Percival Lowell in making sketches of Mars.  The grounds of the observatory were surprisingly large and there were plenty of outdoor exhibits which let us enjoy the Summer mountain air.

Antics at the Lowell Observatory

Antics at the Lowell Observatory

After our other-worldly pit stop, we continued on the long road to Albequerque. About an hour East of Flagstaff, on the I-40, we came across a sign for a crater. Continuing with the space theme we started in the morning, we took the hour-long detour to Meteor Crater – one of the best preserved craters in the world. Admission, was $15 USD and this granted us access to the crater rim and adjacent museum.  At 50,000 years old, the crater is still looking, well . .. crater-like.  Craters may not exactly be my thing, but this definitely ranks as one of the most random and greatest roadside attractions I’ve been too.

Fun at Meteor Crater!

Fun at Meteor Crater!

Meteor Crater is less than an hour from Winslow, Arizona, which was made famous (in my mind) in the Eagles song “Take it Easy”:

Well, I’m a standing on a corner
in Winslow, Arizona
and such a fine sight to see
It’s a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed
Ford slowin’ down to take a look at me

Standing on a corner in Winslow, AZ

Standing on a corner in Winslow, AZ

From Winslow, we drove straight through the day towards Albequerque, passing wild horses, free-range cattle and countless Native American convenience stores.

Upon arrival in Albequerque, we promptly swapped out our rental car and high tailed it to our hotel downtown. The hotel was nice, central and had a great restaurant downstairs. After a bit of a rest we took to the town and were quickly greeted by streets clogged with party-goers, drunks and policemen. We opted to stay close to the hotel and enjoy the offerings of a nearby sushi restaurant which was surprisingly good, despite being hundreds of miles from the ocean.

A visit to Sante Fe was our goal for the next day and we set our early as the drive would be a little under 2 hours. Sante Fe is one of the oldest cities in the United States and has a very colorful history, vibrant culture and interesting architecture. We entered the rather small city not knowing what to expect and within minutes we were immediately surrounded by adobe-built homes, chilli peppers set out to dry on front porches, and charming shopping streets.

Sante Fe Cathedral

Sante Fe Cathedral

The city’s Southwestern flair and both Native American and Spanish heritage make it a unique place to visit. With its history as a main tourist draw, old homes and buildings have been lovingly restored and were a joy to wander through. Many had courtyards full of hand-made decorations and independant shops.

Sante Fe

Courtyard in Sante Fe

Mexican Food - Sante Fe Style

Mexican Food - Sante Fe Style

After probably one of the best Mexican meals I’ve ever had, we set out to explore the town further. Sante Fe is relatively small and can definitely be done as a day trip.  Exploring the city by foot is probably the best method since it was not a place originally built to accomodate vehicles.  Most of the attractions are centered around the old town, where there is an old cathedral, museums, and dozens of places to buy cowboy boots, chaps, turquoise jewelry, etc.

The day winded down and we started heading back to Albuquerque, but I had wanted to stop off at one of the many Native American Peublos that are between to two cities.  After getting lost for about an hour we finally reached a Peublo and I believe my ignorance got the better of me.  I had assumed that all of the pueblos were historic sites and tourist attractions. But when we drove up to one, we realized that people still lived there.  We quickly felt uncomfortable and decided to ixnay to the tour and drive straight back to Albequerque.

Peublo

Peublo

The next day would be our last full day in New Mexico and I was determined to make it to Roswell, home of the alleged alien spaceship crash in the late 1940s. The drive was 3.5 hours of straight, empty highway and we were already weary from the previous day’s travel. Nevertheless, as fans of science fiction, we soldiered on.

Aside from the whole alien bit, Roswell is your typical creepy, sleepy small town in the Southwest. It’s dusty, full of mid-century-built ramshackle architecture, one Wal-Mart, one IHOP and one Dennys. However, the alien theme presides over everything here and I began to realize that the city was covered in little green men.

, NM Wal Mart

, NM Wal Mart

We wanted to go out to the actual “crash site”, but settled on the local Roswell UFO museum since we were short on time and tired. The musuem was only a few dollars and was inside a glorified warehouse. Exhibits looked more like 6th grade science projects, but the fact that were inside an actual UFO museum was more than enough to entertain us. Following a quick pit stop at the local IHOP, we headed back to Albequerque through thunderstorms.

Alien Autopsy Exhibit - Roswell UFO Museum

Alien Autopsy Exhibit - Roswell UFO Museum

Thus marked the end of our last US roadtrip. It was a quirky adventure that was vaguely space themed, with a dash of the old west. Sort of like cowboys and aliens.


Snow in Arizona

Snow in Arizona

Seeing as it had been a whole month since our last trip, the BF and I were eager for another adventure.  Instead of flying during the holiday season, we opted to take a quick road trip through Utah, Arizona, and back to Vegas.

We’ve experienced our fair share of road trips in that region, but oddly enough there is quite a lot to see in the American Southwest.  Instead of driving to our destination and taking the same way back, we decided to make a loop.

From Vegas we drove through St. George, which aside from the rock formations was pretty unremarkable.  From there we went to Colorado City, AZ.  Welcome to creepy town.  For those of you who don’t know, the small patch of road known as Colorado City, AZ is most famous for its large number of families who practice polygamy.  I knew this ahead of time as I was an avid fan of the show 20/20 as a child.  However, I wasn’t expecting to really see anything.

Boy was I wrong.

Driving through the streets of the city, we saw legions of children running around dressed like they were from the 1800s.  It wasn’t something we could capture on film easily as we didn’t want to look like child molesters.  After a few minutes of looking around town, we quickly headed for the highway towards the long stretch to Flagstaff.

When I was a kid, I visited Flagstaff in the summer time.  So going back as an adult, I was expecting to see just another desert town.  What I failed to realize was that Flagstaff is a fairly highly elevated city, and it snows there in the winter.  I was not prepared to handle the snow in my little C230 but we managed.

Snow Driving

Snow Driving

 

 

We didn’t plan far ahead for this trip so I wasn’t able to find a nice hotel in time.  I settled on the Little America Hotel in Flagstaff after reading some quirky reviews on it.  Little America was not our cup of tea, but it was certainly entertaining.  Our room was HUGE and so was the bathroom.  The decor resembled something a grandma would put together, but it was more comical than anything.

We checked in during the evening and I was feeling a bit under the weather so I retired early and spent the night watching a deadliest catch marathon.

The next morning was Christmas morning, and the hotel was holding a champagne brunch for which we had received a coupon for when we checked in.  We discovered though that the brunch was $75/person so in true cheap road trip fashion we said “screw it” and took off in the car.

Little America Hotel

Little America Hotel

We settled on an iHop-like restaurant and after we had our fill of waffles and pancakes, we set out for Vegas once more. The ride back home during a road trip is always tough.  In some ways, you’re anxious to get home but on the other side of the coin you don’t really want your vacation to end.  By the time we rolled out of Flagstaff I was feeling a good mix of both.  The way back was long and included many, many hours of cell phone and radio dead zones.  The Southwestern United States is an interesting part of the country.  It is sparsely populated compared to the coasts, but offers a brand of Americana that is unique and specific to the region.  For the BF and I, who both live very much in the 21st century, stopping in the old towns that dot the old path of Route 66 gave us a glimpse into a sort of lifestyle that died out decades ago.  As our generation barrels forward into the digital age, tiny towns roadside towns will seem more and more foreign to us.  But in reality, these towns had their heyday not but 50 years ago.  So given all that, BF and I decided to stop in Seligman and Chloride Arizona despite our road weariness.  Driving through the graveled streets of Chloride (named for a nearby Chloride mine), we saw a general store and a post office built from unfinished wooden planks – in the architectural theme I could only describe as “Old West”.  Seligman was a little bit more vibrant, with some gas stations that were still functioning and an array of shops selling anything from jams to jerky.Though it added time to our journey back and we weren’t able to return home until dark it was worth getting the peak into a way of life that is all but dead to most of us.

Farewell Southwest.  I’ll never forget you.


As a resident of the Southwestern United States, the Grand Canyon is a must see.  Seeing as I plan on getting out of here soon (in hopes of traveling!), I figured that I might as well see it while it’s fairly close by. So, on a rare and oh-so-fleeting free weekend, we decided to pack up the ‘Silver Bullet’ (my ’02 Mercedes C230 Coupe . . . lamest road trip car EVER) and drive down to the Grand Canyon’s south rim.

The Grand Canyon

The trip was fairly impromptu, but we managed to leave at 8am on a Saturday morning.  Our first stop was our local Starbucks to get our much needed caffeine fix.  Then, with me at the helm, we headed out on the open road.  Our first major landmark was the Hoover Dam, which (for those of you who don’t know) is actually the marker between the Nevada and Arizona borders.

Hoover Dam

Entering Arizona was fairly mundane.  It looks similar to Las Vegas – desert, shrubbery, and blue skies.  As we entered Kingman Arizona, the Vegas radio stations began to fade and we hooked up the good ‘ol iTouch to the stereo and listened to the sweet soothing voice of Adam Carolla.Shortly after passing through Kingman, the scenery began to change from desert to something similar to a prairie.  After a few more hours of driving we hit Williams, AZ – the Gateway to the Grand Canyon.  For us West Coasters, Kingman represented a frightening look into Americana.Williams was about an hour from the Grand Canyon, and we were lucky enough to come on the one day that the entrance was free.  Armed with a free map we entered the park and could not find parking.  I ended up basically tossing the Silver Bullet in a ditch as the BF wandered into the forest to pee.We then reconvened along the walking trail along the Southern Rim of the Grand Caynon.  The Caynon was huge, and hard to take it.  I was infatuated with the ravens that occupied the area and flew so effortlessly over one of the largest gaping holes on this planet.

The BF took a liking to video taping squirrels and the like who inhabited the edge of the canyon.  After walking along the trail for a while and checking out the viewpoints, we decided that we might as well head back so that we could return to Las Vegas at a reasonable  hour.

Overall, I’m glad to have seen the Grand Canyon.  Road trips with the BF are always fun and am also proud to say that this time I pulled my weight and drove 50% as opposed to my usual 25% . . . ok . . . 20%.