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After our night at The Shady Dell, we headed north to Flagstaff. Phoenix is a real bummer these days with unmitigated sprawl and gross brown air. I swear the area has quadrupled in size since i was there in the early 2000s while on various tours. It’s pretty gross now, and like the FW/D metroplex, every chain store and casual dining experience has set up shop in the area. The corporate marginalization of American culture. Sigh.

Flagstaff is pretty bad-butt though. Sitting at like 7000 feet with San Francisco Mountains looming over the city, Tar and were feeling the altitude and were pretty tired. We really had to man-up to go get dinner at Mountain Oasis, But I am sure glad we did. Tar’s pineapple tofu salad was like blaaaoww and my Cantonese pasta as all boooyah. After eating mediocre food for the past few days it was nice to get some fresh tasting fiber and protein in our bellies.

The next day we got up pretty early and headed west on I-40/Old Route 66 to the Grand Canyon.

Wow.

That’s all I can say.