Had an amazing day today, a lot of descending and climbing through some amazing and very varied country; Arizona has to be seen to be believed. Climbed a thousand feet from flagstaff, 7000ft up to 8000ft and then descended below the treeline and back down into the desert (5000ft). The only problem was a 25mph SW headwind which made progress slow.
Seligman is a strange place, it's very remote and there's no large towns for 70 miles in either direction of 66. The girl behind the bar said she has to drive forty miles to get out here from the cattle ranch she lives on. No one can believe that I cycled out here. Had dinner at the Road Kill Cafe, the whole place was decked out with Moose heads and rifles. Had the best steak of my life so far and chatted with a couple of fellow travellers who kept on telling me I should go to the Grand Canyon.
Hunting is big round here, elk in particular. There were a few surly looking hunting types around, staying in the motels. They drive round in camouflage pickup trucks and don't smile at anyone. I Wouldn't surprise me if they were ex-military and that they'd rather be hunting Cheyney style, the great white sport.
Seligman is full of Route 66 nostalgia; has some fantastic American cars and motel signage. The guy who owns the motel I'm staying in said he spent 14k getting his 1956 motel sign restored. See the pic below.
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