We planned a three day stop in Holbrook, AZ thinking we would enjoy petrified forest national park. It is shut down, due to the government’s fight over the big beautiful bill. There isn’t much to do in Holbrook except the park. So…..

We visit the rock shops. Turns out there is plenty of petrified wood. We drive Route 66 and see run down motels, dinosaur statues that have seen better days, and rusted cars.

There is a restaurant that used to be the Butterfield stage stop. It has not been redecorated since. The food was filling despite the state of the carpet. On the other end of town lies a diner. They bring our food, but it is cold. Reheating is apparently an ordeal.

In the middle of town is the county Courthouse. It has a quirky and free museum. From cattlemen to outlaws, the place celebrates the frontier past. I sit in the courtroom and visit the primitive jail cell where countless prisoners have carved their names and idled away time creating art.

We tried to visit the park, but there wasn’t much there. The town is about a mile wide and after that is desert. So we rode a circle to say hello to the dinosaurs and scarecrows.

Back at the campsite, I set up my mobile office. I have things to do and the weather is good. There are worst ways to spend the day than sitting in the sun. So I will work a little and watch the arrival of the airstream club. I hear there is a 40 year old pac man game in the club house. Later I may pretend it is 1985 and visit the arcade. Today we make our own fun.