The backdrop is great. The shopping area reminded us of an upscale Wall Drug with log structures all the same color. Speaking of which, you can build lovely expensive homes on the hills around this town (not entirely dissimilar to the Hollywood Hills, as long as they are made of adobe and are brownish red or green and a maximum of two [maybe three?] stories).
My apologies to Bee for saying she recommended Sedona. What I realized later was that she was emphasizing the trip there on the very scenic and twisty 89a (Flagstaff to Sedona).
Meanwhile we stayed two nights in Flagstaff, one of our favorite little cities. Freight trains run through it day and night. Big trains. Container trains. Semi trains loaded with a hundred or more J.B. Hunt trucks out of Texas headed east. Mt. Humphrey (12,600' +) and its ski areas looming over the city. Not far from the Grand Canyon or the Petrified Forest/Painted Desert.
And it has the haunted Museum Club and our Miss Jane, who literally jumped up and down when she remembered who we were and found out that we may have caught one of the Museum's ghosts on film last year. (She recalled details of that day before we could mention them.)
People have died in the Museum. People have bought drinks for at least one of their ghosts. People have been wrestled to the ground by a ghost of a woman who died there and been released upon being warned, "You need only fear the living."
Mike and Miss Jane, who invited him behind the bar for this shot.
Both Mike and I believe that when the time comes, Miss Jane will take up permanent residence in the Museum Club -- which was once the largest log structure in the world.
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