Mojave

Yesterday we left L.A. and drove to Victorville, where Alison's Aunt Charlotte lives. She and Vivian got to know each other over lunch, but their date was cut short by Vivian's mean parents and their big bad travel schedule.

We drove through the Mojave Desert for most of the afternoon as we made our way to Flagstaff. When we arrived at our hotel, I was surprised---Alison had booked us a room at an old destination hotel called "Little America" (named for the outpost in Antarctica). What a wonderful treat for my birthday! After staying in perfectly adequate, but characterless hotel rooms for the past week, the Little America was a welcome change.

The hotel appears to have been built as a destination hotel along the highway (now it sits next to Interstate 40, but I think its old enough to have been built alongside Route 66 or one of its successors). Our room is a thing of wonder. It is really as yellow and old-timey as it looks in the photo. Beautiful!