Southwest USA Road Trip Part II
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Here we go with this second travel journal dedicated to the American West! It’s a must when you love it! 😊

We had left off in the charming town of Bisbee, which once thrived thanks to its copper mines. Today, mining is a thing of the past, and the town seems a bit sleepy.

Unfortunately, I didn’t dig deep enough on-site to answer all the questions my observations raised. Guess I’ll have to *dig* into the subject a bit more... no pun intended! 😊

Let’s hop back in the car and head a little further south to check out the esplanade that offers a view—if you can call it that—of the impressive open-pit mine. Then, it’s off to the Lowell neighborhood.

Preserved almost exactly as it was, this area must’ve been bustling in its heyday. The vintage cars are still around, storefronts and signs look like they’re straight out of another era, and the whole place has a pretty amazing vibe. You’d almost think you were on Route 66!

Here, we’re not just discovering an old neighborhood—it’s a little slice of American history. And, a detail that’s great for my physical health: the area isn’t too spread out. Lucky me! 😊

I won’t post too many photos here since I think I can turn them into a future photo exhibit. Between these and some shots from Route 66, I should have more than enough material! So, let’s keep a few under wraps... to preserve the surprise. 😊

MI Mitch341 Veteran ·
Tombstone, Bisbee... We didn’t waste our day, that goes without saying, but it’s even better to say it!

Now we need to head back to Tucson. Two hours of driving through the middle of nowhere, or close to it.

Crossing these vast Arizona landscapes, I picture the riders of the past traveling the same scenery. The distances are huge, and those long rides must have been pretty tough... Their backsides must have been seriously sore! 😄

After a quick nap at the hotel, we head out for dinner near the Walmart, at Cheddar’s Scratch Kitchen.

The place has a pretty good reputation on the "foodie socials," and, to be honest, we weren’t too disappointed.

The food is still a bit heavy for our taste, but for tonight, it works!

Plus, a forty-five-minute round-trip walk lets us approach the table with some peace of mind... and eases our conscience before and after! 😄
MI Mitch341 Veteran ·
Thursday, August 13th!

A big day ahead!

After religiously devouring breakfast in the serene atmosphere of this place, we’re ready to start with a visit to Old Tucson Studios. — “Got the Gold?” — “Then let’s roll!” 😄

Here we are at the huge parking lot of this site, which served as the backdrop for many classic Westerns.

It’s still early, and there aren’t many people around. We’re quickly taken in hand by the “commentator” who’ll guide us through the various filming locations.

A few really friendly tourists join us, including one with the ever-present jar of café au lait in hand. Quite the trend, huh!

Mind you, I can’t quite picture Europeans walking around with their espresso in the car... Though you see all sorts of things in this world! By the way, the entrance fee isn’t cheap—just so you know: $25 per person. Oops!

Among the films shot here, we recognize *Rio Lobo*, *Rio Bravo*, and scenes from *The Alamo*. All featuring the great—literally and figuratively—John Wayne! Oh, they really admire the Duke here!

They show you everything: where he stood, where he leaned, where he filmed this or that scene... In short, they’re totally obsessed!

A friend of mine, who had the honor of performing in the courtyard of the Avignon Festival, always told me that these cinema giants, like Wayne, were first and foremost incredible actors. Duly noted.

A mandatory stop at the gift shop, a few photos later, and we’re back on the road to other destinations.

The day is far from over...

MI Mitch341 Veteran ·
We’ve wrapped up our visit to Old Tucson! And, with the kind permission of the operators, I was able to get up close to the fire truck: an American LaFrance!! For those in the know, this is a must! But what am I saying—a must? A privilege!! We hop back in the car (as our Quebec cousins would say) and head toward Saguaro National Park West! I specify “West” because there’s another one to the East! Case closed.

At the Visitor Center, I grab some info, proudly show off my America the Beautiful Pass, and... on the road again! Here, the road through the park is unpaved. Dust, a beat-up car, a windshield covered in a lovely Arizona-colored film, wipers on full blast... In short, the trail in all its glory! But the place is genuinely nice, right in the middle of this real cactus forest.

Desperately, I’m on the lookout for THE live rattlesnake that would finally validate my road trip choice once and for all. But no luck! Still not a single rattlesnake in sight! Clearly, they must know I’m coming...

Then we come across two young women—well, “young” might be a stretch, but okay—perched on electric bikes, climbing what I’m comfortably descending in my car! It’s almost noon, and the thermometer reads 41 °C! I truly feel for these ladies. Even with electric assist, you’ve got to have a certain amount of courage... or recklessness!

Onward for some photos in Saguaro National Park West.

With the sun practically at its zenith and this harsh light flattening everything, it’s really not good for photos. The cacti are stunning, the landscape too, but the lighting...

So sorry!
HO Holigirl Veteran ·
Well, I think these cactus photos are really beautiful 🙂 Thanks for sharing them with us
SO Solene40 Globetrotter ·
I was about to say that, Pascale! 😄 Mitch is really hard on himself. 😅
MI Mitch341 Veteran ·
I was about to say that, Pascale 😄. Mitch is really hard on himself 😆

Hard on myself???

Yes, you nailed it, Solène: I’m *extremely* demanding. With photos just as much as with pasta cooking! Check out these three shots: I spent a whole morning last week at the Camargue Ornithological Park taking photos, and I went back this morning to redo the shots. And guess what? I’m still not satisfied! The light, the framing, the bird’s posture, the sharpness… There’s always that little voice telling me: “You can do better.” So I go back. Again and again. At this point, it might not even be about photographic standards anymore… I think I need to see a therapist! 😅😎
MI Mitch341 Veteran ·
Hey everyone! Back to our adventure, shall we? Though I doubt there are any sheep in Arizona... I'm in a cheerful mood this morning, so let's make the most of it!

As mentioned in a previous post, we're heading to Saguaro National Park East to see... cacti. Yes, more cacti! But in this second park, the road is paved. No dust, no car turned into a sand cookie by the end. Pure luxury!

First stop at the Visitor Center to register my America the Beautiful Pass and, most importantly, get some extra info on rattlesnakes. Which I'm still desperately searching for, just to remind you...

A park ranger explains that a rattlesnake "rattles" when it's scared. In other words, when you get too close to its safety zone, it warns you. All you have to do is stop and back away slowly for it to stop "rattling." So, before it strikes, it warns you. What a nice rattlesnake!

Alright, enough joking around, let's get going with the visit.

Here, the cacti are fewer, the vegetation is different, and the surrounding hills are much more imposing. The vibe changes compared to the western part of the park, even though we're still clearly in saguaro territory.

Today's anecdote? A gorgeous, relatively old Cadillac driven by a lady whose age is respectable enough that I'll wisely refrain from guessing... With her, two young girls, cellphones in hand, clearly "Instagrammers" at heart, eyeing my little DJI Osmo Pocket 3 camera with great interest.

I quickly realize they're explaining to the lady that this is *exactly* the gadget they want!

The Cadillac, the two girls, the smartphones, Instagram, and my DJI suddenly becoming an object of desire... Ah, this easily influenced society! Well... that said, I admit the DJI is still a pretty amazing little device. But shhh. Don’t tell them.

Images of the East Park.

MI Mitch341 Veteran ·
A packed day! Quick nap, final stroll, dinner aperitif, and off to bed—what a tired bunch! Tomorrow is another day.

Woke up at dawn for a little morning outing to stretch our legs. We're about halfway through our road trip, and the fatigue is starting to catch up. Maybe it's time to slow down a bit...

After all, vacations are for relaxing, not for walking 15 kilometers a day!

Today, we're leaving Tucson and heading toward Sedona, avoiding Phoenix. Why? No idea. Oh well...

For the route, the choice is pretty simple. Either take the Apache Trail, which is mostly paved but turns into a dirt track, or go for a more easterly route that also passes by the Roosevelt Dam.

In our case, it’ll be about 450 kilometers and over five hours of driving. A little stroll by American standards, really...

I admit the state of the Apache Trail gave me pause. Despite the great tips I got here, I ultimately made my choice.

Oh well for some landscapes—I’d rather play it safe than turn our rental car into an expedition vehicle!

So, heading toward the Roosevelt Dam.

But before reaching the reservoir itself, let’s see what the road looks like...

BE Benishoes Regular ·
In life, there's nothing but cacti I know it all too well Ouch, ouch, ouch Ow Ouch, ouch, ouch
MI Mitch341 Veteran ·
After a beautiful drive north through Arizona, here we are at Roosevelt Dam. The lake itself is huge. You’ll find accommodations, boat rentals, small marinas, and even some wild camping by the water. In short, the area is all about water activities and tourism.

We then take a road that leads us down to the exit of the Apache Trail, at the foot of the massive dam. Parking, restrooms—everything is set up for tourists and sightseeing. However, no snack bar or café in sight! We’ll have to do without a drink stop. Travel isn’t always comfortable...

The dam, with its massive arch, is particularly impressive, and I can’t help but think of the Fréjus-Malpasset dam, its collapse, and the terrible consequences of that disaster.

Suddenly, we hear the sound of a turbine. A helicopter appears—an Écureuil, made in France no less! It lands at the bottom of the valley while a second one takes off. Looks like they’re working in the area!

After admiring the site from every angle, it’s time to hit the road again and continue our journey toward the next stop on this road trip: Sedona.

On the road again!

MI Mitch341 Veteran ·
Friday, August 14. We’ve arrived in Sedona.

It’s a town nestled in a remarkably beautiful setting. And, judging by some of the buildings, you can tell pretty quickly that the city isn’t short on funds! Which, by the way, was confirmed a little later when I chatted with some locals.

Yeah, I’ve got the bad habit of chatting. Can’t help it—I’m from the South!

That said, traveling through a country or region without doing a little cultural and social anthropology is like staying home. Otherwise, you’re just passing through without really trying to understand it. And that’s a shame.

Anyway, we arrive at the Hampton Inn in Sedona. Not bad at all. Paid parking, though—what cheapskates! A pool that was quickly taken over by a particularly loud family who, like many others, came to spend the weekend at the hotel.

We drop off our bags and head straight to the supermarket to stock up the cooler and, most importantly, our stomachs!

Pretty wiped out after this long day, so it’s apéro-dinner in the room. No big outing tonight—just rest!

Photos coming tomorrow.

Sedona can wait a few more hours...
MI Mitch341 Veteran ·
Saturday, August 15th.

At the crack of dawn—6:00 AM, no less!—I head to the Bell Rock area, south of Sedona and about ten minutes from the hotel, to catch the sunrise over the famous red hills.

It’s early, *very* early, and there aren’t many people around. Perfect! I have all the time in the world to settle in quietly, without dealing with crowds, to try and capture some great shots in that special morning light.

The calm, the red rocks slowly lighting up, the relative coolness of the early morning... Not a bad way to start the day!

On the way back, I also stop at the foot of the Chapel of the Holy Cross, beautifully integrated into the rocks. But at this early hour, it’s still closed. Too bad! Maybe another time... or later today.

After this first round of photos, I head back to the hotel for breakfast. And there, the vibe changes: a pretty ordinary breakfast and, to be honest, not great. You can’t have Sedona’s stunning light *and* a top-tier breakfast!

But the real highlight this morning was out there—in the red rocks and behind the lens.

MI Mitch341 Veteran ·
Quickly downed breakfast, and today I’ve planned a beautiful road trip towards Flagstaff, then Williams, before heading back to Sedona via a charming mountain village: Jerome.

We leave Sedona via Route 89A. And what a road! A little gem!

It winds through a stunning landscape, with occasional spots to pull over, admire the view, and—of course—snap some photos. Because a beautiful road without photo stops isn’t really a beautiful road!

Shortly after leaving Sedona, we cross a bridge with a metal architecture that immediately reminds me of an Eiffel-style structure. Mandatory stop.

I notice numerous safety barriers and emergency call signs. Unfortunately, it seems the spot has been the site of several suicides.

From the edge of the parking lot, you can’t even see the bottom of the narrow valley the bridge spans. The place is impressive. As for the bridge itself, it’s impossible to stop on foot—it’s equipped with tall mesh barriers to prevent any attempts to cross.

We get back on the road, making a few idyllic stops in a truly enchanting setting.

Gradually, we gain altitude and reach the plateau before continuing toward Flagstaff via Interstate 17.

And once again, the scenery changes completely: magnificent forests stretch on either side of the interstate. After the red rocks and desert landscapes of Sedona, we’re almost in a different Arizona.

I highly recommend this Route 89A—it’s absolutely stunning.

Of course, if there’s a high risk of forest fires or flooding, it’s probably best to avoid the area and check conditions before heading out. It’d be a shame to end the trip dangling from a helicopter cable!

Been there, done that...

MI Mitch341 Veteran ·
We parked the car, paid for parking, and here we are at the Flagstaff Visitor Center. The staff are super friendly. We scoped out some souvenirs—shopping would come later, as usual—then headed back outside to watch the trains go by. And what trains!

Loaded with containers and as long as a day without bread, they rolled past us while we watched, like cattle back home eyeing the passing convoys!

The Visitor Center is actually the city’s old train station.

Flagstaff grew up along the railroad. The vast neighboring forests provided high-quality timber, used among other things for railroad ties. Later, another legendary route passed through here.

Route 66, of course! We’re here!

I’ll come back to this road later in my travel journal—it makes a lot of us drool, but it still deserves some clarification. Because between the myth, the image we have of it in Europe, and the reality on the ground, there’s sometimes... quite a gap!

Here, a large part of its route has been absorbed or replaced by Interstate 40, and the vibe isn’t necessarily the same as in places where the legacy of Route 66 is much more visible—and, let’s be honest, sometimes much more commercial.

We set off to explore Flagstaff. A quick stop at a little bar to quench our thirst, a few shops—gotta support the local economy!—and we hit the road again toward Williams.

Via I-40. So, in a way, via Route 66! Well... almost. On the road again!

MI Mitch341 Veteran ·
Forty minutes after leaving Flagstaff, here we are in Williams. Time to park the car—free of charge, please!—and off we go to the Visitor Center.

Ah, Williams! The town is named after William "Old Bill" Williams, a trapper, scout, and mountain man, a colorful figure of the American West. He was killed in 1849 during a confrontation with Native Americans. The legend surrounding him even claims that those who killed him, upon discovering his identity and reputation, showed him a form of respect. With characters like this, it’s sometimes hard to know exactly where history ends and the legend of the West begins!

What larger-than-life figures they were back then!

In 2022, we’d already visited Williams. And we’d been hit by a massive storm. Guess what’s waiting for us this year? Yep! A storm. Again!

I must be cursed!

Williams, crossed by the legendary Route 66, essentially boils down, for the visitor, to a main street lined with shops, restaurants, and souvenir stores entirely dedicated to the glory of the Mother Road.

Route 66 everywhere.

On the walls, signs, plaques, T-shirts, mugs, caps... and probably soon on toilet paper!

There’s the beautiful, the really nice, the authentic... and the not-so-beautiful. Take your pick!

But that’s also what Route 66 is today: a pretty surprising mix of heritage, nostalgia, and commerce. You come looking for the America of the 1950s and 1960s, and modern America is happy to sell you the matching souvenir!

And then, while strolling around, you sometimes stumble upon much more unexpected information, especially about the administrative headquarters of some rather... discreet companies. In the States, it seems like everyone can know where you’re going in the evening. In France, it’s more discreet. Much more discreet, I’d say... But maybe we shouldn’t dig too deep into that!

Let’s get back to our Route 66. And to my storm. Because clearly, it had found me again!

MI Mitch341 Veteran ·
After finishing our shopping in Williams, we hit the road back to Sedona. We take Route 89 south, then a left turn onto 89A, with a stop planned in a really pretty village clinging to the mountainside: Jerome.

Jerome is an old mining town that had its heyday thanks to copper mining. In the early 20th century, the town had up to 15,000 residents. Today, there are only about 350 left!

So, you could say we went from a bustling mining town to a near-ghost town. Well... ghost town might be a stretch! Because Jerome has now become super touristy, with its old buildings clinging to the slope, its period facades, and its little Wild West vibe that suits it pretty well.

Super touristy, even...

To the point where we couldn’t find a single spot to park the car and explore at our leisure! Bummer.

So, we settled for driving through Jerome and continuing our descent toward Sedona.

And then, to be honest, Route 89A is stunning. A real scenic road, with its twists, its terrain, and its landscapes that make you want to pull over and grab your camera every few minutes. One tip though: make sure to fill up your tank before heading out on this road! Gas stations aren’t exactly plentiful, and you can drive for miles without seeing a single pump.

It’d be a shame to turn the scenic road into a hiking trip...

MI Mitch341 Veteran ·
So here we are on Saturday night, and after a light rest, it’s high time to think about dinner. Since we skipped lunch today, I can tell you my stomach is really starting to make itself known.

With my usual no-nonsense approach to food and drink, I stick to a few simple principles: American cuisine is often disappointing, greasy, and oversized; California wine is... well, what it is; I’m definitely not into one-, two-, three-, or four-story burgers; and, most importantly, tonight, I’m hungry! Our fallback option—pretty much anywhere in the world—is usually an Italian restaurant. But watch out!! It’s easy to fall into the trap of the Italian restaurant with a US twist! They do make pasta and pizza, sure, but they adapt them to local tastes. Pepperoni pizza at every level, portions big enough to feed a whole family for three days... After a while, it gets tiring.

So I decide to try Vespa Healthy Italian Café in Sedona, on 89A. And on this one: great choice! Real Italian!

An amazing tomato-burrata, top-notch lasagna, and to top it off—or rather, for dessert—a Sicilian cannolo! And what a cannolo! Reinvented with puff pastry instead of the traditional crispy tube. Sicilian purists might scream sacrilege, but honestly...

It’s so good!! And the best proof this place won us over? We’re coming back Sunday night! Yes, two nights in a row. When it’s good, why look for trouble elsewhere?

And no need to wait for photos of the tomato-burrata, lasagna, or cannolo: I never take pictures of the food I eat. It’s a choice. Too bad for you.
MI Mitch341 Veteran ·
Sunday, August 16. Hardly anyone in the streets during my morning stroll. Here, Sunday still seems to be respected, and Sedona wakes up peacefully.

For the rest of the day, I chose a short hike around the Bell Rock Loop Trail. We’ll set off pretty early since the heat rises quickly, and it’s best to avoid scrambling around in the blazing sun.

Once at the parking lot: light backpack, water bottle, and off we go! And there we were, off on a gorgeous walk amid those iconic red landscapes of Sedona.

We ran into some people, but not too many. A few mountain bikers, hikers, photographers, videographers with their drones... In short, just enough people to make a few encounters without feeling like we were part of a tourist stampede.

So, of course, we walked...

But we also chatted. Well, mostly me. Old habits die hard!

I won’t drown you in photos of Bell Rock and its surroundings. The scenery definitely deserves a few shots, though.

So, simply, a small photo series to share the hike with you.
MI Mitch341 Veteran ·
Once the hike was over, we made a little detour through Big Park, just nearby, to find something cold to drink.

And choosing the place won’t be hard: there’s only one bar open! At least that saves us long discussions and Google comparisons. A well-deserved refreshment after the walk, and then we quietly head back to the hotel.

There, the afternoon’s program is much less sporty: rest! With, still, a little pool time. And, Sunday miracle, families start leaving the hotel. The pool gradually regains its calm and becomes much more enjoyable. Finally, a bit of peace!

A few laps, some lounging, and back to the room to finish the day without tiring ourselves out any further. It’s true that halfway through the road trip, we’re starting to feel it.

And for tonight’s dinner? Well, no desire to dive into new culinary adventures.

Back to the Italian place! Yes, the same one as last night.

When you’ve got a good spot in the States, you don’t let it go that easily! And this time, it’ll be their pinsas, absolutely delicious.

Shows that sometimes, the best strategy is simply going back where you know you’ll eat well. And still no photo of the plate.

I warned you.

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