Historic Grand Canyon Hotel

When I was planning my northern Arizona road trip, I knew that I would be spending one night in Williams before traveling on to the Grand Canyon so I started my search for a place to stay.  There is no shortage of big, modern motels in Williams but if you've followed my blogs for any length of time you might know that I tend to seek out the historic places.

I do love checking out the historic hotels that are found all over the United States.  The only such place I could find in Williams was The Grand Canyon Hotel, a two story building dating back to 1891 and making it the oldest hotel in Arizona.

When it opened back in 1891, it was the only hotel close to the Grand Canyon so it was the logical place to stay for those hardy pioneer travelers who wanted to see that famous canyon.

The hotel closed in 1970 after the interstate highway bypassed Williams and the building stood empty for 35 years.  In 2004 it was purchased and the restoration and remodeling work began.  It opened again for business in 2005 with all new electric wiring, plumbing, paint and a new roof.  The rooms are small as you might expect from such an old hotel but, my room was quite comfortable.  When I first checked in, I was a bit worried about air conditioning but, you might be able to see that portable air conditioner over there by the window.  I turned it on and it cooled the room to perfection in a matter of minutes.

The bathroom even came with an old claw-footed bath tub!

The hotel was full of antique furniture and wonderful old photographs.  This photo shows the second floor landing.

In the afternoon a horse and carriage was parked outside and offering rides around the historic city with a little bit of western flare.

And, in the evening, the lobby was aglow from all the neon lights along Route 66 just outside the door.  Staying here was a great experience and since some of the hotel's past guests included General Pershing, The Vanderbuilts, the King of Siam and John Muir, I was in some very good company.

The Mother Road

It's sort of ironic that the same day I'm writing this post, I heard a story on the radio about a push to designate Route 66 as a National Historic Trail.  Currently there is a preservation fund supporting Route 66 cities but the funding source is due to expire in 2019.  Designation as a historic trail will keep the funding going that helps to keep all the cities that were bypassed by Interstate 40 alive and able to preserve their history.

I spent the night in Williams before going to the Grand Canyon recently and enjoyed walking around the city and taking in all that historic Route 66 atmosphere.  Pete's Gas Station Museum preserved those old-fashioned gasoline pumps as well as antique autos, signs, tools and other things that we used to see in gas stations in the days gone by.

This Cruiser Cafe also known as the Grand Canyon Brewing Company is all decked out in Coca-Cola red.  As I was setting up this photo, that guy in the red car pulled up and parked adding another bright red touch to mirror the elevated red car.

In front of the cafe is a menu board adorned with all kinds of signs some with a Route 66 theme and some with a little bit of an international theme.  Notice the "Mother Road" sign at the top left.  Route 66 is called The Mother Road because it stretches from Chicago Illinois all the way to Las Angeles California and was the main road used by travelers crossing the country before Interstate highways existed.  You might call it the original interstate highway.

I chose to have dinner at the Red Raven right next door to my hotel, The Grand Canyon Hotel.  (I'll have another post about my stay at that historic hotel.)

I had an excellent dinner that was enhanced by the friendly service.

And while I was eating, I enjoyed looking around the dining room full of all kinds of antiques.

After dinner I did some more exploring getting a kick out of all the neon lights and the hundreds of Route 66 signs.

The Mother Road runs right through the heart of town and back in the days before Interstate 40 by-passed the town, all travelers would have passed right through the town and many would stop for a meal or to spend the night.

Before heading back to my hotel, I stopped at the Grand Canyon Winery, a wine bar that featured a huge selection of Arizona wines.  I enjoyed talking to the young bar tender who was going to be moving to California in just a few weeks.

Then it was back to the hotel for a good nights sleep.  It seemed perfectly normal for a cowboy to be sitting on the bench outside the hotel door.  Even though he was checking his smart phone instead of tying up his horse, it was one last reminder of the history of this great little town.  

Where the Bears Are

I had been hearing a lot about this new place in northern Arizona that opened back in 2010 called Bearizona so I decided it was about time I checked it out form myself.

The place functions as a drive-through wildlife park with over 160 acres of land and a variety of animals along with the bears.

Visitors drive their own vehicles through the grounds to view the animals or if they prefer, they can board a bus with a guide to take them through.

I drove my car through as did almost everyone else who was there at the same time.  While within the sections reserved for bears, vehicle windows must be kept rolled up at all times.  So excuse the quality of some of the bear photos, they had to be taken through the car windows.

Visitors are told that if a bear begins to approach the vehicle to please move on.  It seems that some of the bears have decided that climbing on cars is good exercise.  This one was too busy taking a nap to climb on cars.

In fact, while I was there, none of the bears seemed very interested in the slow moving cars that were quietly rolling along the roads.

It was a very warm day so this handsome fellow decided that taking a nap in his tank of water would be a good way to cool down.

Other drive-through sections contained buffalo and white buffalo and there were mountain goats and big horn sheep too.

In addition to the drive-through section, there is also a walk through area with large enclosures for some of the smaller animals.  I think the bobcat was my favorite in this area because it so obligingly posed for me.

This hat wearing bear seems to have slipped from his enclosure but, no one seemed to be too concerned.

On the way out, I saw that the obligatory "selfie" station was being well used.  In fact, there was a line of people waiting for their turn.  It was an enjoyable experience and a good way to view the wildlife in very natural surroundings.

A Tucson Treasure

I learned about the Arizona Inn some fifteen years ago when my good friends Julie and Dave got married there.  That was the first time I stayed at this wonderful place but it certainly wasn't the last.

The Arizona Inn is located right in the heart of Tucson, in a residential neighborhood.  It's a perfect location to enjoy the peace and quiet of the well maintained grounds and to make every visitor feel like they are a guest in someone's home.

The Arizona Inn was the creation of Isabella Greenway, Arizona's first Congresswoman (in 1932) and a lifelong friend of Eleanor Roosevelt.  In the late 1920's, Mrs. Greenway started a philanthropic business called The Arizona Hut, a furniture making shop that was created to help disabled World War I veterans.  After the stock market crash of 1929, the business ran into some financial trouble so instead of laying off workers, she created the Arizona Inn in order to create enough demand for furniture to keep the shop going.  Mrs. Greenway's ancestors still own and operate the inn.

Today the inn still has a cabinet shop where master craftsmen restore the old "hut" furniture as well as create new custom pieces for the inn.

Inside the main building there is a fabulous restaurant and a cafe and bar as well as a beautifully furnished sitting room and a well stocked library where guests can relax.

It's such a cozy and warm environment that I can't help spending time in there just to soak up that "homey" atmosphere.

After learning of Isabella's achievements at a time when women in business and government was a rarity, I was inspired to learn more about this amazing woman.  After reading her biography I was simply in awe of her and the life she led.  (The biography is called "Isabella Greenway, an Enterprising Woman".)

Isabella's descendants are still the owners and operators of the Arizona Inn and they lovingly maintain the resort and have successfully kept it's southwestern atmosphere and hospitality.

Every time I've stayed at the inn, I get up early and stroll around the resort admiring the southwestern style of the buildings and their decor.

I like to find a quiet spot to sit and think about the amazing and incredibly strong woman who created this magnificent place and left such a substantial legacy.

It's Important to Look Up

Walking the streets of London is very much like touring a huge sculpture garden.  Most of the city's buildings are adorned with artistic elements.  On my last trip to London, I was determined to "look up" and admire as many of the flourishes and artistry as I could.  What I didn't realize when I started photographing all these interesting things is all the fascinating things I'd learn about what I saw.

One of the first to catch my eye were these statues situated in a dome-like niche above the entrance to a building I later learned was called "Bush House".  The building only dates back to 1923 but what impressed me the most was that the building was designed by an American architect and the two handsome statues were sculpted by Malvina Hoffman, a female, American artist who had moved to Paris to study with Rodin.  The figures here represent British and American men holding the torch of friendship.  An American connection that I didn't realize when I took the photo.

When I returned to London from my short trip to Paris, I took a taxi from St. Pancras station to my hotel.  I spotted this row of caryatids and snapped a photo through the taxi window.  I later learned that they line both sides of the St. Pancras New Church, a Greek revival style building situated on a very busy street. That splash of red below the statues has a sort of Asian look to it to me.

While wandering around the Temple area just north of Fleet Street, I saw this statue of Sir Thomas More located over the entrance to a beautifully decorated building.  My research found that it was sculpted by George Sherrin to appear above the More Gate entrance to Lincoln's Inn, one of the four "Inns of Court" that house the British legal professions.

More who was once the Lord Chancellor of England stands overlooking the royal courts of justice.  That seems appropriate for such a distinguished legal mind of his time.

Another statue I found embedded into the wall of a building was this one of Ernest Shackleton, the Antarctic explorer.  He's tucked away on a side wall of the Royal Geographic Society's building.  He appears standing in full Arctic gear from head to toe.  You might recall that Shackleton was planning to cross Antartica but, his ship the Endeavor was crushed in the pack ice. He is remembered for his leadership in extracting his crew without losing a single man.  This sculpture was created by Charles Sargeant Jagger.

It took a bit of digging to find out who this man atop a church steeple was.  It turns out to be George I and he stands tall above St. George's Church which also happens to house the Museum of Comedy.  (What an interesting combination of uses.)

He shares his esteemed place with a lion and a unicorn.  The statue is humorously described by Horace Walpole in this rhyme:

When Henry VIII left the Pope in the lurch,
Protestants made him the head of the church.

But George's good subjects, the Bloomsbury people
Instead of the church, made him head of the steeple.


Oh, the wonderful things there are to learn when one travels and observes.

I have many more of these little historic oddities to share in future posts.  It was just as much fun to research them as it was to see them in person.