Route 66, Flagstaff, Arizona: We approached Flagstaff on fumes. The snow capped mountain at the end of the road lured us. We just had an hour and a half more to go and it seemed to last forever. We finally arrived at 2 pm. The orginal RV campground I had picked during my online search ended up being a slummy trailer park. We quickly rode to the other side of town to a trusy Kampground of America and parked our butts for two days.
After our scenic roll through Arizona, you'll see some photos at the end that are of some note. I had an important phone call to make so I slipped into the nearest phone booth. That's right kids, this box is called a "phone both" and we used to use them for changing into Superman and for actually making phone calls, pre-cellular. Crazy huh?
So why did I have to make this important phone call in a prehistoric phone booth? Well, while we were rolling on I40 through Arizona, it seems that what I originally thought was a remnent invisilble tornado, but turned out to be a SUV in front of us, apparently kicked up a Arizona desert rock and dashed it against our windsheild. I heard it but didn't see a crack because it was behind the rear view mirror. We discovered the next day while we were visiting Old Town Flagstaff, that the crack was growing exponentionally. So I quickly jumped into the nearest phone both and asked SIRI if she could find me a glass shop. With in a moment she found us one and they would be able to come to the KOA and install on Tuesday, our last day in Flagstaff. While we're out a few more bucks, we're stoked that we could get it done with out disrupting out travels. I still think a tornado had something to do with it.