“Standing on a corner in Winslow Arizona. Such a fine sight to see.” The Eagles’ hit dominates the town of Winslow. At the infamous corner, you can take a picture at the junction of Route 66, take your picture with Glenn Frey, take your picture with a local musician, buy souvenirs, buy a guitar, have a drink, and take advantage of a variety of other options. There may be more people on this one corner than in the rest of town.

I like the atmosphere. After taking the obligatory amount of cheesy photos, we wander down the street to eat a Navajo fry bread “taco”. If you have never had one, you don’t know what you’re missing. Warm soft fry bread is smothered in chili, lettuce, cheese, and peppers. I am in heaven and will be leaving in a food coma.

Stuffed, we walk down to the La Posada Hotel. It is the last of Fred Harvey’s grand railroad hotels and was built in 1930. It has the feel of a grand lodge with a Southwest flair. Each space is filled with quirky art pieces and grand furniture. There are museum spaces that tell the story of the Fred Harvey company across the American West.

My favorite room has a massive hand loomed rug. It is billed as the world’s largest Navajo rug. It does not disappoint. Room after room celebrates native heritage. I especially love the silver and turquoise jewelry collections in the massive gift shop. It doesn’t cost to look.

Eventually, I tire of wandering around the hotel despite the quirky and engaging art collections. We make our way across town, past what a sign says is the world’s smallest church. It looks like a wooden box and is currently the domicile of what appears to be an unhoused individual. Moving on, we stop in the free museum. Resident volunteers offer to give us the full tour. I hope we didn’t hurt their feelings when we let them know we preferred to just browse on our own.

Next we drive to a small park where we walk to a totem pole, enjoy the flowers, and even inspect a few Sante Fe line trains.

While in the park, we also run across a few old cars being used as props in a garden area. One of them, a 1960’s era Volkswagen bug, reminds me of my very first car. Good times remembered while we are out making memories. Turns out that standing on a corner in Winslow really is a fine sight to see.