Welcome to Winslow, Arizona.
This may be the most amazingly desolate desert town I could imagine. As we were driving into it on Route 66, my friend started to feel a sense of panic rise, slowly out of her grey ankle-wrap heels, creeping up into her chest. We drove in from Flagstaff, and the parts of town we drove through seemed totally empty. I understand that people do live there, but where they live, or where they work, are total mysteries to me still. The land is flat, the air is dry, the grass is gold.
There is one very good reason to go to Winslow though (not counting the old hotel called La Posada that used to be bumping back in the days when a train came through Winslow on a regular basis, and which still has great food and displays sweet art). That is the mural by John Pugh.
|John Pugh's superb trompe l'oeil|
|Us in front of the mural - even close up it's convincing!|