Okay, first off, some pictures, all shot by Trix:
This first one is an abandoned hotel in Tecumcari, NM, featuring an awesome mid-century-modern sign. It's famous for being one of the first hotels ever with the "Magic Fingers" mattress, no lie. This is from the absolute heyday of Route 66.
Here's a lovely photo looking down the street in Tecumcari. Just about every business is abandoned. It feels like the Forbidden Zone in Planet of the Apes. It is both beautiful and incredibly sad.
Finally, this is the gorgeous deco lobby of the Monte Vista hotel in Flagstaff, AZ. The people in the upper right are real, they are not spectral.
Our last day was kind of "hurry up and get there" -- after spending another couple hours messing around in Flagstaff, which we officially fell madly in love with (I could spend a month exploring the lovingly restored 1800s-era buildings as well as the Route 66-ania hotels along the business loop), the rest of the day was basically just ONE. LONG. DRIVE. with a few stops along the way to pick up supplies / pee / gas up. Route 66 fans: I'm sure I-15 from Barstow to Los Angeles is a perfectly wonderful modern invention that speeds up transit but it is also the most DANGEROUS AND AWFUL stretch of road I've ever driven. Gone is the leisurely pace our 50s forebears had, replaced by psychotic Los Angeleans driving 1000 mph to and from the outlet mall on the edge of Barstow. Gah. It sucked.
We ended our trip having a lovely dinner at the Formosa, a gorgeous Olde Hollywood restaurant not five blocks from my house. Its absolutely marvelous -- the food's great, and its loaded with atmosphere and old ghosts.
Ladies and Gentlemen of Los Angeles: Miss Trixi B has officially arrived!