Prescott Arizona

Crossing the mountain at Jerome

Friday Sept 28 2018

This is our last touring day here in Arizona, tomorrow we plan on hanging out in the campground and resting. Our town for the day is Prescott, which is over a mountain range from our campground and about 50 miles driving distance.

We drove through Cottonwood and on up the mountain to Jerome without stopping, we had been to both earlier in the week. Past Jerome the sometimes narrow two lane road winds back and forth towards the mountain peak. We were probably up around 7000 feet by the time we crossed to the other side; the mountain top was all forested in complete contrast to the arid scrub vegetation below Jerome.

The ride down to Prescott Valley was all S curves, switchbacks and big drop-offs on the left side. The descent was beautiful and a fun driving experience.  

Prescott Valley

Soon the Prescott valley spread out before us. It looked to me like a filming location for the epic old cowboy movies; I was waiting to see Gene Autry ride up on a horse. BTW, working horsemen is something you rarely see in the west. I think all the animals have been replaced with UTV’s.

Before long we started seeing suburban housing developments and soon entered the city of Prescott. Founded in 1864 it was once the capital of the Arizona territories. It is a medium sized city of 40,000 and when driving in our impulse reaction was, less than impressed. That changes when you get to the town square, where it starts to get some character. There is a whole city block of park setting with a large stone Municipal building at its center. Green grass and tall shade trees invite locals and tourist alike to set awhile and soak in the ambiance.

Millie at the Prescott town square

The blocks surrounding the square are all busy with restaurants, shops and taverns. One section is called whiskey row and houses bars that host music venues. It seems like it would be a fun place after dark, if I was about half my age!

Larry on the other side of the Prescott town square

We drove back to the motorhome on a different route, this one down a different valley to I-17. The terrain was back to the semi desert scrub vegetation that is prevalent everywhere here. Most of the residences where small ranches, most looking tired and sun baked.

I don't think so!

It was in this area that Amy #1, an old GPS that I keep in the truck told me to make a left turn and drive “Off Road”. She actually said that, drive off road, I think these GPS’s are communicating with one another and there is a conspiracy brewing!

Sedona Arizona

Thursday September 27 2018

State road 179 from I-17 offers some of the most spectacular mountain scenery we’ve seen anywhere. I’m speaking of exposed rock with its multi colored layers of strata and huge pinnacles of rock mystically balanced on outcroppings. The ever present sun makes the sandstone layers glow in brilliant orange and red. It is an awesome sight.

On the road to Sedona

The town was settled in the late 1800’s but in the 1950’s Sedona began to develop as a tourist destination, vacation-home and retirement center. I can certainly see why people would want to have a vacation home here, but we’re still of the opinion that the southwest is a great place to visit, but we wouldn’t want to live here. 

The rich and famous of Sedona.....

I may be wrong, (that happens from time to time) but this is my opinion of Sedona as it exists today; it is exclusively for the rich and famous. I don’t think there are many middle class or lower in residence; it all looks pretty expensive to me.

Spectacular scenery

Its commerce district is one street down the center of town. It has many shops and restaurants for the visiting tourist. Don’t look for waterparks or amusements, activities are all outdoors adventure related; hiking, off road exploring by UTV or Jeep, mountain biking, to name the more popular sports.

Chapel of the Holy Cross

One of the more interesting things to experience in Sedona is the Chapel of the Holy Cross. Although affiliated with the Catholic Church, it was built in 1950 by local sculptor Marguerite Brunswig Staude. At its dedication she said, "Though Catholic in faith, as a work of art the Chapel has a universal appeal. Its doors will ever be open to one and all, regardless of creed, that God may come to life in the souls of all men and be a living reality."

Millie in the chapel

The huge 10,000 square foot Roman style mansion just below the Chapel was built by an inventor of medical equipment, one of which is laser eye surgery. He lives in Phoenix; I guess this is just a vacation home.

Recently for sale for $29 million dollars

Cottonwood and Jerome Arizona

Wednesday September 26 2018

Most of the road (SR260) from I-17 to Cottonwood is in the final stages of reconstruction. It appears the locals are planning this route as a major redevelopment area. For now it’s very nice with four lanes and traffic circles at nearly every intersection.

Cottonwood has a population of 12,000 and seems to be a normal town with most every type store you would need, Wal-Mart, Home Depot, Tractor Supply, etc. It has no high end mall or anything like that but is just your average town, middle class with some lower and a few upper.

The climate here is called semi arid, which means pretty damned near desert like. Millie and I were discussing the difference between the western dry heat and our eastern hot humid summers. I came up with this simple comparison. When the temperatures rise above say 95 degrees in the east, it makes you uncomfortably hot and sweaty. That same 95 degrees out here will blister your skin as it dehydrates you and reduces you to a small leather figurine. 

Old mining town of Jerome Arizona

From Cottonwood we traveled up and up a mountain to the old mining town of Jerome. At one time, when the mines were active it had a population of near 10,000. I would guess that now most of the locals just work here, while very few actually live in town. The old mostly derelict buildings are somehow tenaciously clinging to the mountainside, IMHO one good shake could be the end of old Jerome.

After a while all these tourist traps start to look the same

It has somehow become a tourist attraction of sorts. Bus loads (literally) of daring tourists browse the gift shops and taverns, all the while hoping they aren’t here when the whole town goes cascading down the mountain.

My attempt at ill-humor towards Jerome is of course an exaggeration…but not by much.

Millie relaxing in our campground

Flagstaff Arizona to Cottonwood Thousand Trails

Flagstaff Arizona to Cottonwood (about 80 miles)

Tuesday September 25 2018

Flagstaff is the gateway to the Grand Canyon which is about 70 miles north. It is a fair sized town/city and is the last fully equipped place to get outfitted before venturing into the northern National Parks. We are going south to the area around Sedona.

Before departing Flagstaff this morning we unhooked the truck and drove to Walmart. I don’t remember what we needed but we left with the normal compliment of Milk, bread, stuff. We weren’t in a hurry this morning as it was only had about 80 miles to our destination.

Cottonwood Thousand Trails Campground pool area

We are camped in a Thousand Trails Campground just outside Cottonwood Arizona. Upon arrival we were most pleasantly surprised at how nice the park is. TT is a timeshare type membership campground with RV parks all over the US. My membership gives us access to 80 parks and we have been to quite a few of them. Some of them are old, tired and neglected, some are ok and a few are nice. This is one of the best TT parks we have been in. I was told the manager has been at this park for 25 years, he’s doing a good job.

Our campsite, this is probably the only grass within a hundred miles!

From our location we plan to visit the surrounding terrain and its towns and cities. We will go as far west as Prescott and northeast to Sedona. They call northern Arizona the high country, I don’t know what they call this region. We traveled an eighteen mile downgrade on I-17 to get here and the terrain is still mountainous, but there are some large valleys here too.

Places we will visit while camped here

Leaving Los Alamos

Los Alamos New Mexico to Flagstaff Arizona (415 miles)

Monday September 24 2018

We were on track for our traditional 9AM departure from Los Alamos. Goodbyes were said, hugs given and we pulled out of Kamp Kolman. On the other side of town we stopped to empty the holding tanks and hook the truck to the motorhome. 

Thats the pump during the install, right behind the battery

The first thing that went wrong was the less than one year old $1600.00, yes I typed that correctly, the one thousand six hundred dollar transmission pump once again would not run. Once again I had to resort to tapping on it with a hammer handle to start it spinning. 

Although frustrated, I shook it off and we resumed our departure ritual. Again the gremlins went to work, this time the dash 12 volt receptacles had no power. The transmission pump is a no/go item, we had to fix that, the receptacles I could have run without but chose to fix them here. They power the truck braking monitor, the dash camera, and the Amy (aim me) the GPS.

The brake monitor lets me know the auxiliary braking unit in the truck is working properly, the dash cam is a recording witness in case of an accident, both nice to have but not essential. You may think the GPS would be an important instrument for me. Not so, in fact the relationship between Amy and I is headed for divorce court. I’m trying, but Amy is impossible! I still follow route notes I made the night before.

After spending at least a ½ hour trouble shooting the circuit I discovered the dash receptacles are not powered thru the Ford chassis wiring. They are instead connected to the house wiring. That’s the wiring installed at the Winnebago factory. Next to the doorway there is a master disconnect switch. Its location is a poor one and the slightest tap on the rocker switch will disconnect the power. The power was off at the switch, I’m going to have to make a cover for the rocker switch.

My memesis, Amy the GPS

Finally everything was working and we strapped in and started down the hill. Twenty five miles down the road, Amy and I had our first argument. She wanted me to drive through Santa Fe to merge onto I-25; I wanted to take the relief route around the city. Amy and I may have to go to couples therapy! Millie scolded me, “you do realize it’s just a machine!”

We went my way and soon we were at Albuquerque. After an uncomplicated convergence with I-40 we were whisking our way west. After crossing into Arizona we took one small detour in the town of Holbrook. We drove through town on the old route 66. Many of the old motels have been restored to their former glory and now cater to visitors from all over the world who come by this way as they drive the remnants of the Mother Road.

I have no idea why they call route 66 the Mother Road, I'll have to google that.

In Flagstaff Arizona we stopped for the night in a KOA campground. KOA is Franchise Company, kind of like the Holiday Inn of the camper world.

Oh, I haven’t told you where we’re going. Next stop is Sedona Arizona.