Get your kicks
After fueling up on the breakfast buffet at Mandalay (quite tastey I might add and looked *much* better than the lunch buffet they were setting up), we headed out to Flagstaff.
One thing you should know is that there are two ways to Flagstaff, the slow way or the long way. Not knowing there was a slow way or a long way, we took the direct way which translates to the slow way since you have to cross over Hoover Dam. Now, we've been to the Dam before so we knew we were in for some traffic but we didn't know it would take an hour to go 3 miles. Oddly enough, it didn't really bother us. It just was what it was. But, I'm just warning you in case you need to cross over it for *any* reason.
After surviving the Dam we were lured to Seligman by the promise of root beer in a frosty mug. (Well, one of us was lured by the frosty mug and one of us was lured by the promise of a little girls room. I'll let you guess which of us was lured by which.)
Finally we arrive at our destination. Seriously, if you're going to Flagstaff, I can't recommend Little America highly enough. I booked the hotel based on the website and let me tell you, Karen didn't let me down. The sign for Little America is a bit motel-ish but the service was amazing, the concierge knows her Flagstaff food in every price range, the rooms were really nice and the price was beyond reasonable.
One last thing and sadly, it was WAY too dark to take a picture, but we had the BEST pizza for dinner that night. OMG, fabulous. Seriously, you need to go here. And if you do go, bring me back some 'za.
Oh, and here's the obligatory tub picture:
And a taste of my new obsession of taking self-portraits in every well-lit mirror:
One thing you should know is that there are two ways to Flagstaff, the slow way or the long way. Not knowing there was a slow way or a long way, we took the direct way which translates to the slow way since you have to cross over Hoover Dam. Now, we've been to the Dam before so we knew we were in for some traffic but we didn't know it would take an hour to go 3 miles. Oddly enough, it didn't really bother us. It just was what it was. But, I'm just warning you in case you need to cross over it for *any* reason.
After surviving the Dam we were lured to Seligman by the promise of root beer in a frosty mug. (Well, one of us was lured by the frosty mug and one of us was lured by the promise of a little girls room. I'll let you guess which of us was lured by which.)
Finally we arrive at our destination. Seriously, if you're going to Flagstaff, I can't recommend Little America highly enough. I booked the hotel based on the website and let me tell you, Karen didn't let me down. The sign for Little America is a bit motel-ish but the service was amazing, the concierge knows her Flagstaff food in every price range, the rooms were really nice and the price was beyond reasonable.
One last thing and sadly, it was WAY too dark to take a picture, but we had the BEST pizza for dinner that night. OMG, fabulous. Seriously, you need to go here. And if you do go, bring me back some 'za.
Oh, and here's the obligatory tub picture:
And a taste of my new obsession of taking self-portraits in every well-lit mirror:
posted by jenna! at
10:13 PM
1 Comments:
Ok, I liked the travel pictures and all - they're good. But seriously. It has been more than two weeks since your last post. That's... that's... I don't know what that is. But I don't like it.
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