Standin' on the corner... and gettin' her kicks...

I don't know if you remember the Eagles back in the 70s, but one of their songs is very reminiscent of that entire era... I'm thinking of
"Taking it easy"... the lyrics go:
"Well, I'm standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona, and such a fine sight to see,
It's a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed Ford, slowin' down to take a look at me...". 

So today, we're tooling down I-40, on our way to our campground at Homolopi Ruins State Park, in that same Winslow, AZ... a short detour into town, and what do we find but that very corner with a bronze guitarist (not sunburned, but bronzed), with (you guessed it) a flatbed Ford just a few feet away.

But I don't remember the lyrics talking about two dachshunds....













I-40 didn't exist back in the 60s and 70s; if you were headed from Chicago to Los Angeles, you probably drove via Route 66. Coincidentally, that now extinct highway passes right through Winslow. Another song from that era went, "Get your kicks on Route 66...", and I got a photo of a girl getting her kicks...








This was a long driving day, but one bright spot was the price of diesel at the Indian casino and reservation gas stations. We filled up with $3.52 diesel, the cheapest price we have seen the entire trip so far. Most truck stops were priced at $3.79-$3.89. When you have a 100 gallon tank, and only get 8.5 mpg, that difference of 27-37 cents per gallon can really add up. Maybe we should suggest a Seminole casino in Lady Lake.... naaaahhhhhh.....


Oh, Rudy and Gretchen asked me to comment on their new prey (not that they are fast enough to catch them, but they are ever hopeful that we'll let them off lead one day).... desert jack rabbits. They are huge, probably weighing in up to 8 lbs, with very long ears (up to 8 inches long). Our dachshunds went crazy when they saw their first jack rabbit running and hopping high into the air... after a moment of stunned recognition, they started yelping like beagles chasing a fox. Look at those ears! Jack rabbits are actually hares, since unlike cottontails, they do not build nests; the mother simply finds a good spot, and the babies are born fully furred with their eyes open. Who would have known?