Dam, back on the road. At least we get to get out and stretch our legs once in a while. Like when we reached this little town on Route 66 called Seligman. A quiet little town that says Route 66 quite loudly and colorfully.
If you’ve been wondering where Elvis was, I saw him hanging out here in front of The Rusty Bolt.
There were a few gift shops (tourist traps) with some really cool souvenirs.
And if you needed your car fixed, there was even a mechanic on duty…at least that’s what he said from under the hood!
