Heading south of Sedona on 179 South crosses over Insterstate 17. Afterwhich, the broken asphalt dissolves into dirt and mud on Forest Service Rd 618. Eventually you come to the entry for V Bar V Ranch, which has recently been renamed to Crane Petroglyph Heritage Site.

The location is the largest known Petroglyph site in Verde Valley, and the highest concentration on a single vertical wall I’ve encountered in the United States.

A path leads a quarter mile into the desert brush to over a thousand densely organized forms covering a twenty-five yard section. It’s an impressive combination of three petroglyphs types: human, animal, and geometric.

There is a curious group of rocks above the left side, which on a sunny day casts crisp shadows onto a series of drawn steps along the top of the wall. Researchers believe it is a solar calendar that reveals a planting schedule.

On the Summer Solstice, the left edge of the rock shadow points to the steps associated with planting summer crops. By the time the shadow points to the end of the steps, there is a jagged line which turns into a spiral. Researchers believe that denotes the end of crop planting and beginning of the rainy season.

It’s quite a feat to observe shadows moving over the course of a year, and another to etch lines to track movement conducive to group survival. And that is how it’s done: Steadily, over time, with intention.

Sedona is a magical town. I took the northern entrance on South 89A from Flagstaff. Nestled at the foot of Capitol Butte, the main street conforms to the bobs and weaves of the landscape.

If you continue further south, the residential areas dither out to showcase The Chapel of the Holy Cross. A pilgrimage for some, and a structure unique enough to be recognized by the Department of the Interior.

The Chapel of the Holy Cross was commissioned by local rancher and sculptor Marguerite Brunswig Staude.

In 1932 she was inspired to build such a church by the construction of the Empire State Building. Staude initially attempted to do this in Budapest, Hungary with the help of Lloyd Wright, son of architect Frank Lloyd Wright.

The entrance into the chapel is an open cube flanked by plaques marking its significance on the National Register of Historic Places, as well as a Landmark for Sedona.

Once inside, a still reverence takes over the space.

After exiting down the walkway you can turn left and take in a crow’s nest view of the area. The chapel in the red rocks was a welcome pause to the day’s distance and travel.

After seeing many of Mary Colter’s creative endeavors in Grand Canyon National Park, there was one more place on the checklist in Winslow Arizona: La Posada.

Mary Colter envisioned La Posada as the grand hacienda of a wealthy Spanish landowner, whose family lived here for 120 years, occasionally expanding the hotel until it finally resembled the structure we see today. This fantasy guided every aspect of her architectural design.

As soon as you enter through the hand-painted gateway, the textured array of plant-life, teal doorways, and orange peel tiling accenting off neutral tone Pueblo-style walls welcome all weary travelers.

The narrative expands, setting the stylistic tone from the distressed rafters to the worn brick floors of the main hallway connecting the wings of the establishment.

The oldest part of the home—the central two floors—rose like a dream adrift in a sea of wild sage. The second Don Pájaros grew the herd to 20,000 head, watering greedily from the headwaters of the Little Colorado all the way to Grand Falls, and added the east wing (now the dining room and railway offices) as the ranch quarters.

La Posada, The Plaza, and The Castañeda all have a Trading Post, with an extensive collection of regionally curated arts and crafts. It’s easy to get lost and spend a majority of time there.

There is a wall dedicated to the 20th century personalities that frequented the location when through-traffic was higher from the Santa Fe Railway. Some notable ones are Albert Einstein, Amelia Earhardt, Franklin D. Roosevelt, Betty Grable, and Johne Wayne.

Upon exiting out of the back doors you can loop back to the entrance courtyard. As suggested by the iron door handles, enter silently and depart peacefully. A proper resting place it is.

50 miles northeast of Flagstaff in the Painted Desert is the Roden Crater. It is the site of the ambitious terraform installation by James Turrell.

…located in the region of Northern Arizona, it is an unprecedented artwork created within a volcanic cinder cone by light and space artist James Turrell. Representing the culmination of the artist’s lifelong research in the field of human visual and psychological perception, Roden Crater is a controlled environment for the experiencing and contemplation of light.

The site is closed to the public, but I figured it would be interesting to see how close one could get. The deep blue sky was clear with inconsistent wisps of clouds, projecting martian-like shadows on the rolling hills of Route 40.

Turning left off puts you on Leupp Rd. After an additional 20 minutes of narrower lanes, a left onto an anonymous dirt trail crawls through a pasture into increasingly rough terrain. Nearer to the crater, there is too much volcanic rock for regular-walled tires to maneuver without punctures.

This journey was going to pause here. Navigation marked at 15 minutes from Roden Crater itself. That was ok. The drive there was halfway to Winslow, the final destination for the day. Sometimes the full picture completes in brushstrokes.

When Roden Crater is complete, I plan on coming back.

West of Flagstaff is Mars Hill, which sets at an elevation of 7200ft overlooking the city. Built on the same location is the Lowell Observatory, whose primary mission for over 125 years is the study of the Solar System and its procession through time.

As I entered in through the front desk, all were informed a tour would be starting and to meet at the Rotunda Museum.

The guide lead everyone up a pathway southwest to a large white silo keeping the 24” Clark Refractor from the elements. I had a keen interest in this ocular, as Percival Lowell himself peered through it to observe the surface of Mars.

Lowell soon built a cultural consciousness of Martian life, so that to many people, such extraterrestrial intelligence was a foregone conclusion. This idea found its way into the minds of writers, where the developing genre of science fiction incorporated some of Lowell’s ideas.

Displays surrounding the telescope detail further notes, drawings, and models of the red planet.

Outside the back exit from the refractor is Percival Lowell’s Mausoleum, sculpted into form factors scientific and divine. A quote captures a wanderlust for all things planetary, philosophical, and cosmic.

EVERYTHING AROUND THIS EARTH WE SEE IS SUBJECT TO ONE INEVITABLE CYCLE OF BIRTH GROWTH DECAY… NOTHING BEGINS BUT COMES AT LAST TO END… THOUGH OUR OWN LIVES ARE TOO BUSY TO EVEN MARK THE SLOW NEARING TO THAT EVENTUAL GOAL… TODAY WHAT WE ALREADY KNOW IS HELPING TO COMPREHENSION OF ANOTHER WORLD. IN A NOT DISTANT FUTURE WE SHALL BE REPAID WITH INTEREST AND WHAT THAT OTHER WORLD SHALL HAVE TAUGHT US WILL REDOUND TO A BETTER KNOWLEDGE OF OUR OWN AND OF THE COSMOS OF WHICH THE TWO FORM PART…

THE EVOLUTION OF WORLDS. PERCIVAL LOWELL

Flagstaff has an interesting variety of signs, painted and shaped. If you’re driving downtown east/west, the back wall of the Lumberyard Brewing Company is sure to capture attention.

The Motel Downtowner sign is perched high atop a tower for all to see, servicing the traffic along Route 66 from 1921 to 1935. Grand Canyon Cafe unfortunately closed, but recently repurposed into Proper Meats + Provisions.

Absolute Bikes hosts a whimsical scene by Lyle Motley along the western wall of the building. You can view the two month creative process here. Babbit’s Backcountry Outfitters is family-run business with a nostalgic combination of signage and custom lettering painted on the brick above the entrance.

One of the most striking and arguably largest mural in Arizona, Sound of Flight, accompanies the historical 125 year old Orpheum Theatre. The birds are lit in an ethereal way, leading the eyes toward the clouds and roofline.

Signs have a way of nudging us to unexpected places, if we take the time to follow them.

Grand Canyon Railway connects Grand Canyon Village to WIlliams. I stopped by to witness the other end of the tracks for the line and passengers.

Initially, the main line west was built from Chicago to Los Angeles and it passed through Williams, Arizona. The Railroad was originally built to transport ore in the Wild West from the Anita mines, 45 miles north of Williams, in the late 1800s.

You board and arrive through a terminal that requires a National Park Pass with an ID. It is a fun reminder of where the ride takes place.

Outside of the terminal there are historical artifacts for all to enjoy.

Jake No. 017 is a 105-year old car that passed through ownership of several companies until lastly serving with the Copper Basin Railway. After being retired from the fleet, Jake Jacobson, whom the train car is named after, secured it for his personal use.

Cog 4 ran on the Manatou and Pikes Peak Railway, which is the highest railway in the United States, and the highest rack railway in the world. That would be the reason for the aggressive incline of the axels and wheels underneath.

Knowing the terrain determines the best means for travel.

A final stop for this visit to Grand Canyon, the Yavapai Geology Museum hosts models bi-sected by geological strata and time periods. It also showcases forerunners of a curious mind from the 19th and 20th century.

The topological relief map orients your point of view by sight as well as touch. The long and curved panoramic glass wall sits behind the map for easy reference between the abstract and natural.

I took a step outside of the museum onto the walkway for a final look. Geology, topography, and human ingenuity stack onto previous layers pressed by time. There is something steadfastly intentional and genuinely grand about that.

Staying on South Village Loop brings you at a crossing for Grand Canyon Railway. It connects to various relay points around the park as well as a ferry to Williams. I set a reminder to check out the WIlliams Train Station before leaving the area.

After the crossing, Bright Angel Trailhead starts, hugging along the South Rim. Continuing along the pathway eventually leads to the historical Kolb Studio.

This is the Victorian era home of the Kolb Brothers who created a lasting legacy of adventure, exploration, family love, and amazing Grand Canyon photography that will last as long as the canyon itself.

Stepping into the lower level of the cliff dwelling opens to a gallery of artifacts, canvases, and archived stories encapsulating their lifelong pursuit of creative documentation.

Photographers Emery and Ellsworth Kolb helped turn the Grand Canyon into a national icon. The brothers began to take photographs of the mule riders from a small toll shack on the Bright Angel Trail. The toll shack would later become today's five story home, theater and photo studio built right on the edge of the canyon! The studio was used to document the trips of visitors and create imagery of Grand Canyon for 75 years.

After exiting from the lower level, you can see the studio from the opposite side, and walk down to the overlook to view the Havasupai Gardens.

The Gardens are like a colorful yarn connecting one plane of elevation to another. In 2022 the Gardens were renamed to accurately communicate the legacy of the Havasupai Tribe, and bridge understanding to those enjoying it today.

State Route 64 North heads back up into the Grand Canyon Village. From that point you can navigate in a circular loop through the many historical landmarks in the park. I stopped by the National Park Headquarters to pick up a map of the area and get guidance and tips from the Rangers.

Behind the building is the Pioneer Cemetary, which serves as a final resting place to many involved in the development and protection of the location.

People interred at the cemetery include Grand Canyon pioneers, war veterans, tribal members, and employees of the park concessionaires, US Forest Service, and National Park Service.

This grave marker caught my eye, as it was made from a piece of petrified wood. A unique monument of memorabilia.

A little further west along South Entrance Road takes you to the next section of historical buildings and views. The Hopi House is designed in an authentic Pueblo style by Mary Colter, who is also responsible for the Desert View Watchtower at the east entrance.

Mary Colter designed the building to resemble a Hopi dwelling similar to those at Oraibi, Arizona. In its early years, Hopi House was an actual dwelling - some of the Hopis who worked in the building lived on the upper floors.

Both floors are dedicated to showcasing and selling arts and crafts of the Hopi in the area. Something about “building from the past” inspires appeal. It implies a present moment where the oration of history speaks a vision into the future.

Whether it’s a cemetery to honor those critical to the building of a place for others to enjoy, or the traditions of a people that call their land home, there are always great stories that precede the ones we write.

State Route 64 South leaves from Grand Canyon Village exit. About an hour drive takes you to the town of Williams, whose main street is made up of Route 66.

It's known as a gateway to Grand Canyon National Park via the Grand Canyon Railway. Historic Route 66 has Americana-style shops and restaurants dating back to the early 1900s.

Evening had set in shortly after, so I took a stroll up and down the center of town. About halfway down Main Street, tucked away in the corner of a historical building is the Grand Canyon Hotel. It’s the oldest hotel in the state of Arizona. It was time to turn in and recharge.

The Historic Grand Canyon Hotel is a small, family and American owned and operated business. The hotel itself was originally established in 1891 and has a long history as one the area's great jewels.

The following morning the air was cool and crispy. A coffee and walk helped get the circulation moving. I refueled at the Route 66 Gas Station before heading back to the Grand Canyon Village.

Despite US re-routing traffic in favor of modern interstate systems, I like the little towns that continue curating their pocket dimension for others to enjoy and experience.

The last three broad vistas before Grand Canyon Village are Moran, Grandview, and Twin.

Moran Point is named for Thomas Moran, an artist well known for his landscape paintings of the western United States. His work helped to create many national parks.

Grandview Point sits at mid-point between the Desert View Watchtower and Grand Canyon Village. Activity here is higher, as it also connects to a series of trails leading to Horseshoe Mesa and the river. Until the turn of the 20th century, this was the most popular destination in the entire park.

The Grandview Trail starts here at the scenic overlook and plunges steeply into the canyon. Originally constructed in the late 1800s, this trail served mining operations, enabling the transport of copper ore using burros and mules.

The rain cloud was closing distance. It was likely to be overhead in about 15 minutes.

The rainstorm had finally arrived, bringing gusty winds and 45 degree raindrops. Before heading to the south exit for evening rest on Route 66, I took in one last view of Twin Overlook.

It’s mesmerizing how every stop along the South Rim can be stared at and appreciated.