California Desert toward Flagstaff
Tuesday. The roughest thing was saying goodbye to Emily. Physically, she is just not up for the rigors of travel. She will be very comfortable at her house with Mikey and Dugan to look after her. I will miss her terribly. The packed car resembled an M.C. Escher print. All tucked in and ready to hit the road. The first thing I did not expect was Chumley's reaction. He was very stressed. Panting, and not happy. He has always been such a great car dog. It came as a surprise. I hope it is better today, and he adjusts. The drive through Barstow was hot hot hot. The a/c was blasting and when we stopped in Needles CA we got blasted by 111 degree heat.
A very cool restoration project is going on in Needles....The El Garces hotel...one of the original Harvey House hotels. Here is a shot of the hotel as it stands now, and sometime around 1905. The style is sort of a Classical Revival, and Monterey hybrid. The lamp posts, I think were added later....We will see some more Fred Harvey Hotels today, in Winslow and Santa Fe. Will take photos....maybe my Architecture Professor Ken was right, I should have done my master's thesis on Mary Colter the brilliant female architect who designed a majority of the Harvey House hotels. - jm
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
day one part two
Labels: travel, road trip, food
Arizona travel,
Harvery House,
Needles,
Southwestern architecture
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When do you teach Chumley to share the driving shifts?
Tape a couple of blocks to the pedals and he is all set.
He looks pretty comfy back there.
Find that corner to stand on in Winslow Arizona....
Stuart
Well, I'm a runnin' down the road, tryin' to loosen my load,
I've got seven women on my mind:
four that wanna own me, two that wanna stone me,
one says she's a friend of mine.
Take it easy, take it easy,
don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy.
Lighten up while you still can, don't even try to understand,
just find a place to make your stand and take it easy.
Well, I'm a standin' on a corner in Winslow, Arizona
and such a fine sight to see:
it's a Boston Terrier, my Lord, on a flat bed Ford
slowin' down to take a look at me.
Come on, baby, don't say maybe.
I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me.
We may lose and we may win though we will never be here again.
So open up, I'm climbin' in, so take it easy.
Well, I'm a runnin' down the road, tryin' to loosen my load,
got a world of trouble on my mind.
Lookin' for a lover who won't blow my cover,
she's so hard to find.
Take it easy, take it easy,
don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy.
Come on, baby, don't say maybe.
I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me.
Oh, we got it easy,
we oughta take it easy.
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