Movin' on Down the Road
From brunch at McDonald's in Shamrock, we kept west on I-40, all the way into Albuquerque. My mom and siblings live there, with assorted nieces and nephews. Spent the night with mom and ate dinner at a Mexican restaurant, with the whole clan.
Next morning, we were on the road bright and early, still on I-40. Here is another gem from Route 66.
Nice to know. We drove west into Arizona, to the Painted Desert. We were wanting to get to Casa Grande late afternoon, so all we did at the Painted Desert was eat lunch at the park cafe, which was pretty neat. I had the chili, and there was a recipe for it and a recipe for Indian fry bread.
From there, we went through Flagstaff, a lot of wind-y roads, through Phoenix and into Casa Grande.
We were staying at Francisco Grande, which is a golf resort. It dates back to 1959 when the owner of the San Francisco Giants baseball team developed the property as a training camp. The pool is shaped like a baseball bat and the hot tub is the baseball. The main buildings are the same, although, in the sixties, it had one of those motor inn signs out front and another about the San Francisco Giants. This is what it looks like today.
The Tower is pretty much the same, although rennovations were done a few years ago. We were up on the sixth floor, and I walked the stairs for some exercise. That last picture was taken the morning after we arrived. We went into town for breakfast. Hubby was waiting for the other golfers to arrive, and I went north. Adventure continues . . .
Next morning, we were on the road bright and early, still on I-40. Here is another gem from Route 66.
Nice to know. We drove west into Arizona, to the Painted Desert. We were wanting to get to Casa Grande late afternoon, so all we did at the Painted Desert was eat lunch at the park cafe, which was pretty neat. I had the chili, and there was a recipe for it and a recipe for Indian fry bread.
From there, we went through Flagstaff, a lot of wind-y roads, through Phoenix and into Casa Grande.
We were staying at Francisco Grande, which is a golf resort. It dates back to 1959 when the owner of the San Francisco Giants baseball team developed the property as a training camp. The pool is shaped like a baseball bat and the hot tub is the baseball. The main buildings are the same, although, in the sixties, it had one of those motor inn signs out front and another about the San Francisco Giants. This is what it looks like today.
The Tower is pretty much the same, although rennovations were done a few years ago. We were up on the sixth floor, and I walked the stairs for some exercise. That last picture was taken the morning after we arrived. We went into town for breakfast. Hubby was waiting for the other golfers to arrive, and I went north. Adventure continues . . .
posted by Mom Thumb at 9:45 PM
6 Comments:
If you get to Santa Fe, ask Randy if he could build a set of steps like those in the Loretta Chapel there.
bill - Maybe after he finishes his professional engineering studies. He did build a bridge out of paper, after all.
love that sunset photo.
heather - I do, too. I wanted a sunset at the Grand Canyon, but it clouded up and I got nothin'.
One time (a long time ago) when I was on the road we stopped at the continental divide and of my band-mates peed at the base of the sign and asked, "Hey guys, which ocean do you think this will end up in?"
Yes, we were that immature.
jeff - Actually, that's pretty funny.
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