When we left Winslow, we just had one night left before our flight home, which we spent in Flagstaff. On the way we stopped off at Meteor Crater – 550 feet deep and 2.5 miles in circumference, the result of a collision 50000 years ago. Today, there’s a small museum and a short trail along the rim which you can hike with a guide.
Flagstaff itself is a charming town – we wished we’d allowed some time to explore it properly, but there was just too much to fit in. We visited the Riordan Mansion, built in 1904 for local timber barons Michael and Timothy Riordan – each brother and his family had a separate wing. We also had our first taste of American B&Bs (Inn at 410), an experience from which we’ve never looked back.
The next day, we headed for Phoenix and the airport via Montezuma Castle National Monument. This is nothing to do with Aztecs, nor is there a castle – there are, however, two impressive ruined pueblos, an abandoned settlement from the 14th century. One was set 100 feet up the cliff in a shallow cave – we’d seen this arrangement several times already, and I still can’t imaging how people lived like that. A few miles away is Montezuma Well, a spring-fed sinkhole about 65 feet deep and 360 feet across.
And then we went home! Packed in our luggage was a map of Utah which we’d bought on our visit to Monument Valley. It looked even more intriguing than Arizona, and we vowed to return to continue our journey – which we did, the very next year.