Winslow, Arizona
February 19–21, 2022
February 19–21, 2022
I did a lot during my short time in Winslow. No offense to Winslow (despite its unfortunate association with the Eagles), but most of it was not in town. I used the Homolovi State Park campground as my homebase for travels far and wide, most notably trips to Petrified Forest National Park and Grand Canyon National Park.
On the drive over from Caballo, I took a detour to stop in Silver City, NM, a town full of artists and a major landmark in the history of Billy the Kid. (I’d recently listened to the Last Podcast on the Left series about Billy the Kid, so I was extra excited to visit.) I got delicious lunch at Corner Kitchen and took the dogs on a stroll through the brightly decorated historic district, and I left feeling like here might be another place I could live one day.
I read William Least Heat-Moon’s Blue Highways when I was 18 or 19 years old, and have long preferred the winding back road to the speedy Interstate highway. My time in the Southwest has deepened my devotion to the “blue highways,” as they consistently lead me through jaw-dropping landscapes that always come as a total surprise. In this case, it was Emory Pass (elevation nearly 9000 feet!) in Gila National Forest. Highway 152 climbed and dropped, winding its way narrowly around and over the Black Range mountains and crossing the western Continental Divide. I was very glad to be driving Vincent Van Go for this route, as opposed to towing Donna the camper with my beloved pickup truck.
On the drive over from Caballo, I took a detour to stop in Silver City, NM, a town full of artists and a major landmark in the history of Billy the Kid. (I’d recently listened to the Last Podcast on the Left series about Billy the Kid, so I was extra excited to visit.) I got delicious lunch at Corner Kitchen and took the dogs on a stroll through the brightly decorated historic district, and I left feeling like here might be another place I could live one day.
I read William Least Heat-Moon’s Blue Highways when I was 18 or 19 years old, and have long preferred the winding back road to the speedy Interstate highway. My time in the Southwest has deepened my devotion to the “blue highways,” as they consistently lead me through jaw-dropping landscapes that always come as a total surprise. In this case, it was Emory Pass (elevation nearly 9000 feet!) in Gila National Forest. Highway 152 climbed and dropped, winding its way narrowly around and over the Black Range mountains and crossing the western Continental Divide. I was very glad to be driving Vincent Van Go for this route, as opposed to towing Donna the camper with my beloved pickup truck.
