Some of our readers don't realize that this blog is written in retrospect. We are about 6,000 miles further into our journey than the journal is: a bit further away than we want to be. Although our excuses for this are plentiful and valid, I will spare you and just get on with things. Michelle and I are currently in her hometown of Schaumburg, Illinois, but this blog post is about our brief time spent in Holbrook, Arizona.
Since the very early planning stages of this journey, we were fixated on staying at this kitschy stucco wigwam motel. Holbrook was really too close to our next destination in Winslow, and there was absolutely no other reason to stop, try as we might to find one. We spent the night anyway. Plaster wigwams!
To add to the nostalgia, permanently parked and rotting classic cars sat outside each "room." We got Doc Hudson.
We were surprised to learn that Yelp isn't fully utilized by the locals of this probably once thriving Route 66 town, so we went with the reviews the restaurants themselves lit up in front of their establishments. Best food in town? Ok, can't argue with that. We had a pretty very lousy meal here, but, we really can't say it wasn't the best. We didn't eat anywhere else.
There were many unexplained fiberglass dinosaurs lurking about town...
...and tourist trap gift shops all selling the same trash. This town made us kind of sad so we didn't stick around too long. It will be a short drive to our next stop.
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