The drive between San Diego and New Mexico, or, in this case, back from New Mexico to San Diego, is not all desert.

You get into lovely forests around Flagstaff, Arizona.

There are fields sprinkled with wildflowers.

That being said, it is mostly desert. A lot of desert.

And in a small town surrounded by desert… I won’t say exactly where… lies this little… uh… anachronism?

It is, sadly, very old-school Route 66 Americana.

I mean, there was a time, when I was a kid, that I would have begged my parents to stop at this place. So it is probably good that we never passed by it.

And are those wigwams, or are they teepees??? We should get our stereotypes sorted out.

I talk about deserts as if all desert is the same, which is far from being true. High desert is way different than sand dunes or chaparral or those cool giant saguaro cacti parts.

Those cliffs in the distance surround Sedona, Arizona. It is remarkably cute town in a very amazing valley of towering mountains.

But enough about deserts… for now.