I kind of forgot how funky, cool, and outgoing a town is Flagstaff. After settling in at the Monte Vista Hotel, downing some custom brewed coffee, i walked towards the sound fo drums, and found this group of young people dancing, chanting, and pounding drums.
I’m here for the tracks, and was treated to a steady round of maybe 10 different freight trains passing. I have to wait til 4:41 am for my Amtrak to come in
I wandered and noticed a long brick wall on Phoenix St that was covered in outlines for a mural. I walked up to the woman mixing paints, and Maggie enthusiastically told me about her mural project.
Talking to strangers can be a good thing. It makes the world just a tiny bit better. At least it works that way for me.
Flagstaff, a magical place. Come back!