La Posada

After the previous night's unnecessarily-harrowing drive, I was ready for something a bit more relaxed. And there are few better places to have a relaxed breakfast than Winslow's La Posada Inn. It's a relic of the Romantic West's golden era, where Fred Harvey's trains carried people from one luxury hotel/train depot to another.

Conveniently, La Posada is at the intersection of major rail lines and Route 66, so as rail travel made way to the Great American road trip, La Posada stayed just as busy. It's one of the only operations of that era to still be in business. The turn of the century adobe construction is breathtaking, and the food is even better. Certainly worth a stop if you're in the neighborhood.

With that, Aimee and Judy headed back to Tucson, and made the long, open drive back to the reservation for my last week of work there.

There is such a unique, stark beauty running through this area, and the work is absolutely incredible. I'm sure I'll be back.