Arizona Hurricanes?

After hitching a ride back to Flagstaff when highway 40 was shut down,
we searched for a hotel to wait out the storm until tomorrow.
Apparently the hotels got wind of the highway shutting down before the
motorist and jacked up the prices for the night. After cycling through
the head wind in our biggest gear going 5 mph tops, we stumbled into a
Howard Johnson Inn.

The old lady at the front desk, tall enough to represent the lollypop
guild, labored her way through the Rosetta Stone "Fast Track to Broken
English" guide long enough to sell me a room with no working key and
31 channels of static. At least we're out of the storm. The wind here
rattles the windows like we're in the middle of a squall and the
lights dim with every wind gust. This hotel is the perfect setting to
a Steven King novel.

This gives us time to plan out our route. For the most part, we're
going to hover around Route 66 and Highway 40 which weaves in and out
of each other. Know as "The Mother Road" (thank you momma), Route 66
is one of the most historic roads in the country, laced with cool
places to eat, historic spots and site seeing that'll bring out all
the fanny-pack-socks-with-sandles wearing tourist.

We'd like to say thank you to Mike and Bonnie for opening up their home to us in Flagstaff. Today, Mike came in 2nd in the moutain bike race in Flagstaff, congrats buddy! They made us dinner and breakfast, let us wash our clothes and gave us a ton of tips on our route. Its great to get help from such nice people. Thanks guys!

Tonight we weather the storm and tomorrow we ride east to Winslow, AZ,
taking it easy!