On To Kingman & Let's Win There

Previous Day: Route 66 & Preskit

West is Best

Last night my little Chihuahua/Jack Russell "terror" mix Tequila was very sick throughout and needed letting out a few times and otherwise was restless and stirred oft which disturbed my sleep leaving me overly tired today.
I suspect it was caused by either mom feeding her scraps of her leftover food which is richer than Tequila's dog food or by the multiple rapid altitude changes throughout the day of several thousand feet each time or maybe a bit of both.
We slept in a little bit to make up for that and given we only planned on going a few hours west to Kingman there was no rush to get going.
When we did finally get away Tequila was still sick as she was most of the drive to Kingman.

It felt good heading west as it always does.
West is the direction I belong.
West is the direction of home.

We took Interstate-40 down the hill off the Mogollon Rim to Crookton Road just west of Ash Fork and then jumped onto Route 66 which we took all the way to Kingman, AZ.
On Crookton Road just a mile or two west of the interstate is a diminutive new lumber mill that appears to be processing salvage timber from damaged trees on the Kaibab National Forest.
The pungent aroma of all that freshly bruised, skinned, and even cut ponderosa pine is intoxicating as one drives by the location and I always roll my window down while driving by that location.

As we drove through Seligman, AZ, we had to dodge running down tourists more focused on getting photos of Route 66 kitsch than avoiding being run down by me which forced us to slow down to a crawl near the parked tour bus from which they had been disgorged.
After gassing elsewhere in town we headed onto the Grand Canyon Caverns for a short break where I partook in my ceremonial Route 66 vanilla malt, my very worst remaining culinary indulgence.

Keepers of the Wild

Following that we got back on the road and headed on into Kingman, AZ.
The past several drives through the Valentine area about 20 miles east of Kingman I've noticed a new wild animal park called Keepers of the Wild and am intrigued by it.
During our eastbound leg of this trip I was stuck behind a school bus that turned into its parking lot with a load of kids from a charter school.
For more information about it check this blog.
Moving to a location along Route 66 was a great marketing move aside from any other reasons for doing so.

House Hunting

We were lucky to be able to check into the motel early and get freshened up before getting to work.
Our work consisted of hunting for homes and checking some developments/sub-divisions on the side of Hualapi Mountain, particularly, Pinyon Pines Estates and Linn Ranch.
Mom found a newer house for sale that she fell in love with and unlike the previous two homes in the area she had liked in the past that are no longer on the market, this one is not too much house for her and is much more fire-safe not to mention a bit less pricey so things look good.

Tomorrow we plan to head west across the Mojave Desert and on home. 

Next Day: Like A Horse On The Way Back To The Barn