OK!! I’m reaaaally excited to share some images + thoughts from an amazingly fun adventure my sister and I recently embarked on. I’ll probably be overusing the word “fun” so prepare yourself!
“Let’s rent and RV and drive across the American Southwest desert and visit the Grand Canyon this October” I said cavalierly at some point in Oregon’s drizzly March weather. “Okay”, she said rather enthusiastically. And that’s how it began. We booked our RV, we had 6 days, some loose goals (like check out The Grand Canyon, which neither of us had ever experienced, and consume copious amounts of tacos). I’m sad to say that one of those goals was not realized. #tacos
October 5th came up and slapped me in the face and before I knew it we had found ourselves on the outskirts of Las Vegas with the keys to our 20ft motorhome in our hands hoping that the other person had caught the entirely of the dump tank instructions. This was happening! We found a Whole Foods, we stocked up on the necessities: chips and guacamole, water, bananas, almond milk for the cold brew coffee I was going to attempt to brew, and 5 containers of chocolate yogurt. Because we’re adults, dammit!
On the maiden night in our motorhome, The Leprechaun, we stayed in the Northern Arizona town of Kingman. Now, this town might be labelled as some sort of “hole”by most, but honestly, some of my best memories of our trip can be found in this “Heart of Route 66” city. But yeah, it’s not lovely. However, if you’re looking for some damn good BBQ ribs and a spotless KOA campground, Kingman is your town.
After our brief stay in Kingman, which included a cold burger and fries for dinner, a hot shower in a spotless RV park bathroom (the best of our trip!), and a couple of Google searches for “can I get electrocuted by thunder and lightening in my RV”, we found ourselves driving towards Flagstaff on the historic Route 66. And as much as I wanted to shrug off the cliche of Route 66 off as “whatever,” it was a simply gorgeous drive. The lumbering storm clouds really tied the whole room together, if you know what I mean, Donny! The smell of rain in the desert is straight up magical. As much as the Oregon trickle in this little rainforest of mine delights me to no end, the desert rain and the firm rumbling and deep quiet that follows the desert storms is stuff of soul stirring goodness. Magic, man, magic.
We stopped briefly in Seligman, one of the last places along that section of Route 66, for a proper rat burger (you know, those sketchy as hell but delicious squishy burgers where you gamble with your gastrointestinal health) at Delgadillo’s Snow Cap Drive-In (obviously we DID NOT drive-in – we pulled up and parked our little baby two blocks away!). I mean, I intended to get some chili fries, but all those darn German and British tourists came through and cleaned out the fries. Rude. Squishy rat burger FOR THE WIN, though. And the photo opportunities at Delgadillo’s are limitless. The rain made it extra… interesting…
Eventually we made our way to Flagstaff along Interstate 40, which was not nearly as cute as Route 66, but, it did offer a fine view of the Kaibab National Forest and it’s cute little trees that appeared to be straight outta a train set model, and we got ample practice pulling our mirrors in for fear of smacking random semi-truck mirrors. The struggle is real, folks.
So I’ll leave you with some images of our 1st and 2nd days in our little Leprechaun on the road:
I loved listening to this album while traveling through the great expanses and the desert: