Day 8 Route 66, Bearizona and The Grand Canyon

Day 8 meant an early start from our wigwam home in Holbrook, a night of listening to the soulful whistles of the trains on the Santa Fe line competing with the tweets and whistles of the dawn chorus from the local birds made for an interesting alarm call.

Fred in his wigwam bed.

Up and on the Mother road by 7am to make a 9.30 train departure in Williams, AZ 120 odd miles away with a quick stop off in Winslow, AZ for a photo pose.

Fred takin' it easy, standin' on a corner in Winslow Arizona..... thanks to The Eagles Winslow has a claim to fame, a statue and a reason for us tourists to stop by.

Onward we drove on 66 for our morning departure on The Grand Canyon Railway. Leaving Sara at the ticket booth to buy our tickets meant we had upper class, luxury seats in the observation dome. Fantastic views for the two and a half hour journey to the South Rim.

One word describes this place.

Awesome.

A trek down the canyon on the blue angel trail was a great way to get some kind of perspective on the sheer size of this place. My view from the backpack was pretty cool too. After a 90 minute trek down and then up again we were ready for some lunch before our train ride back to Williams.

Even our luxury observation coach had a cool name.

Happy Travelers.

Fred, Champagne and our waitress for the day, Mimi.

After a brilliant day visiting the Canyon just a 5 minute drive to our bed for the night, another traditional motel on 66. Comfortable, clean and hopefully a little quieter.

Look out Vegas, Fred is coming.

Wigwam thankyou M'am.

Day 7 Route 66, Holbrook,AZ

So we've left New Mexico behind us and moved down from the high plains into the dry dust bowl that is Arizona. A couple of stop offs along the way for some more Fred posing.

Aurelias Diner in Gallup was going to be our breakfast stop today having had it recommended by one of my twitter friends, unfortunately the diner is closed on sundays.

Next stop was at Continental Divide, a little bit of Altitude headache here (7275 ft) but a good landmark point to stop, from here water flows east to the Atlantic and west to the Pacific. A watershed moment for our trip.

Into Arizona and a diversion off to the painted desert and the petrified forest made for an interesting drive, it felt like driving on another planet. The wind blowing here was the strongest we've ever felt anywhere.

Fred holding on for bear life in the crazy Arizona wind.

Finally arrived this evening in Holbrook for a night of camping in a wigwam, OK so its a concrete wigwam with heater, tv, bathroom and shower, but its still a wigwam.

Lots of classic vintage cars and trucks parked around the place, thats our wigwam behind me.

Sat in the lounge area of the lobby blogging now, log fire roaring, margarita going down nicely. Night y'all.

Happy Mothers Day from the Mother Road

                             To my two favourite mummys on Mothering Sunday.

Santa Fe, New Mexico, Day 6 on the Mother Road.

Only an hours drive today from Albuquerque, some beautiful mountain views along the way

So we've arrived in Santa Fe and there is really only one subject to talk about.
Coming from Weymouth, our experience of altitude is driving up Wyke Road.

High Altitude can have strange effects on bears and humans. Santa Fe is 7000 odd feet above sea level and we can all really feel the difference. After the first couple of hours here we are all suffering from headaches, shortness of breath, lack of energy and lack of appetite. This is all normal according the welcome pack at our lovely little adobe cottage, complete with wood fireplace. Los Palomas Hotel is set out over a single story spread over a couple of blocks.

                    Our home in the High mountains of New Mexico for tonight.

                                 A couple of pics from the Plaza area of Santa Fe

So although none of us feel brilliant at the moment we took a stroll into town and took a look at some of the fascinating architecture, Native American Arts and Boutique Shops before heading back to our little Pueblo for a lie down.
Hopefully we can all adjust to the lack of oxygen up here quickly and enjoy an evening out and about in town later.

Hot Dog, Jumpin' Frog, Albequerque

Route 66 Day 5, Amarillo to Alberqueque 8700 miles across a barren desert.

Leaving Amarillo, Texas on Route 66 we quickly came across the Midway point of our journey in Adrian, TX. Unfortunately the cafe was closed til next week so I did a bit of posing for the camera and we headed off into the deserts of New Mexico.

Fred is halfway to California.

From this point on the journey was pretty deserty

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Train

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Mountains

Alberqueque

Our hotel for the night was chosen by Sara and is therefore alot nicer than the Motels we've lodged at over the last few nights. The most pretigious hotel in Alberqueque, the Hotel Andaluz was once a Hilton Hotel and was where Zsa Zsa Gabor married Mr Hilton in the 1940s.

Fred is getting used to huge beds

Views across the city towards the mountains. Pretty awesome.

Howdy Y'all, That was the way to Amarillo

Just call me Fred.....Big Fred.

Texas is Big, real Big. Even the journey here from Oklahoma was enormous. Just one quick lunch stop on the way at Pops' in Arcadia, OK, an amazing place that sells hundreds of different flavours of soda. We chose good ol' Round Barn Root Beer, and some good pop it was too.

Fred ouside Pops, that one big soda bottle.

Lunch stop done it was on towards Texas.

When the SatNav said ' stay on this road for the next 250 miles' we knew it was gonna be a tough drive so I settled down, watched Ol' Okey disappear in the rearview mirror and the huge skies of Texas unfold before us.

Arriving in Amarillo it felt great to chill out in the Big Texan Hotel before I get stuck into the steak dinner that I know is waiting for me just next door.

A jacuzzi bath and a fresh set of duds and I'm the rootingest tootingest bear in these parts.

Yeeehah, lets go eat some meat.

And drink some Big Texan beer

And then go sleep it all off. Night y'all.

OOOOk-lahoma where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain

Oh what a beautiful morning, Oh what a beautiful day.

Thanks to all at the Desert Hills Motel for an authentic 66 motel experience, no frills, just a warm dry place to lay our weary heads.

A bit chilly first thing but with highs of 29 and a chance a thunder storms later we are all set for another days' adventuring on Route 66.
First things first though, refuelling at Tallys' Diner
Bears need a good breakfast otherwise I'm like a human with a sore head.

Then Its off on the road through OOOOk-lahoma City, across the praire towards Texas, a 367 mile hop towards Amarillo.