Another early morning, this time a bit of a cool one so I headed up to the historic El Tovar Lodge which was the first structure built at the south rim of the Grand Canyon. While I’d have popped the $$$ to stay at the hotel that opened in 1905 there simply wasn’t a room available. One of these days Steve and I will plan far enough ahead to stay there and/or at the Canyon Rim Lodge on the north rim.
Since I wasn’t able to get a room I decide to at least have breakfast there. Service was slow but with a window seat I didn’t really care. Besides when the green chili hash arrived it was well worth the wait. One of the best breakfasts I’ve had on any of my two wheel travels. Far superior to the blue corn balls and short ribs I had for lunch yesterday. Even the sourdough toast was perfect.
You know what that means – Route 66. So now I had a direction both out of Williams and heading west.
And Burma Shave continued.
Longish stretch between pumps but it was a good thing I didn’t actually need gas since these were shall we say non-functional. While there I came across a group of guys on rented Harleys from Germany doing some souvenir shopping.
There was also a pair of guys riding pedal bikes crossing the desert, still a bit warm for that IMHO. They told me they stopped every place that had water which was sold in the shop here.
When I stopped for a latish lunch I discovered that another 3 hours would get me to my brother’s house so it seemed like the thing to do was push on which would get me in about dusk. This turned out to be the warmest part of my trip and where gas prices reached their zenith. Something about crossing over into the California desert where gas prices went up to nearly $5 a gallon. Thank goodness I wasn’t driving a gas guzzler as I headed down to Fallbrook, CA.