Grand Canyon, Arizona–You can see a thunderstorm in the distance.
Hon, I took so many pictures this summer and last, I could center a whole blog around them. Here are some of the ones that say Southwest.
I don’t know if its the color or composition that drew me to this ad hoc collection of bottles, but I had to stop to take a picture.
I also liked the organic nature of this rock garden. The log-legged picnic table and the old pick-up truck, along with the red rock mountains in the background tell a story.
Not only did Roadkill Cafe in Seligman, AZ have “interesting” names for menu items (it’s motto is “You kill it, we grill it.”), it had a room full of taxidermic animals. After a minute, I had the heebie jeebies and needed fresh air. But, their mocha coffee was to-umm-die for.
Fittingly following the pic for the Roadkill Cafe, is a sign I spotted in a diner window–one that’s NOT commonly seen on the East Coast.
Posted on the side of the road in Navajo Nation. First of all, I DIDN’T see any critters (drat!), secondly, Teen Daughter pointed out that some of the critters listed ARE NOT reptiles, and thirdly, WHO is the management?
Jail in the Wild West was no joke! Inside was a dirt floor, one wood-burning stove, two wooden benches and several rifles on the wall. Yikes! Seligman, AZ
I would NOT want to get into a shootout with Curly!
Looks like this Paddy Wagon has been out of commission for awhile. Imagine being transported to jail in one of these. Everybody would know your business. Double Yikes!
Teen Daughter’s behind bars!