From the moment we entered the outskirts of the city and Luna saw her first ponderosa pine, she understood: Flagstaff, Arizona, is magical. We knew that she would like it, and we were very excited to hear her approval as we climbed toward town for our first family visit in October on our way to the Grand Canyon. For the first time on our journey of a year and a half, she actually leaned forward in her seat in anticipation, taking it all in, because it was — it is — beautiful up north. Flagstaff can hold your heart; it clearly captured Luna’s. It can make you feel safe and warm, lingering in one’s mind as a place one could stay for a long time, or, as the Brits say, where one could tuck-in.
I don’t know anyone who doesn’t like Flagstaff. Folks I know share a general enthusiasm for this alpine community. It smells good, all that mountain air. It is stunning, full of the largest swath of ponderosa pines in North America. It is fun, a playground for those who enjoy the outdoors and nostalgic trips, as well as for elk herds, which prefer an elevation of 7,000 feet or more. And it is refreshing as a mountain town: Despite some box stores now and even a little sprawl, it is easy to feel away from it all, including desert heat, urban chaos and general life noise.
Oh, how we adore this town, so we just had to return, and we did … for Thanksgiving. This time, we brought a companion, Scot’s mom, for a well-deserved trip with family and relaxation of the mind. And boy, did we have a good time!
Although Flagstaff, Arizona, was established in 1876, its name was created twenty years prior to that. In 1855, Santa Fe Railroad surveyor Samuel Clark Hudson trimmed the branches off the top of a ponderosa pine and hoisted an American flag on his makeshift flagpole. Soon afterward the railroad came, a small town emerged, and Flagstaff was born.



Early economies of Flagstaff included ranching, timber and the railroad, which was an important means of finding one’s way to the Grand Canyon, or across the United States to California. At one point in the 1880s, Flagstaff was the largest city between Albuquerque and the West Coast. Now Flagstaff is famous for tourism, including more visitors than ever destined for the Grand Canyon; those following the path of Historic Route 66; and outdoor adventures seeking solitude, hunting or pleasure in the nearby Coconino or Kaibab National Forests, or skiers and snowboarders headed to the great Snow Bowl at Mt. Humphreys. It is also well known for its role in science and technology, home to the Lowell Observatory; Northern Arizona University; and the United States Navel Observatory Flagstaff Station.
A favorite fact is that Flagstaff has been recognized as the first Dark-Sky City by the International Dark-Sky Association as it has made efforts to “adopt … quality outdoor lighting ordinances and undertake efforts to educate residents about the importance of dark skies.” As a case in point, the growing city of Tusayan between Flagstaff and the Grand Canyon is encroaching on the south rim, threatening the southern dark sky atmosphere of the canyon. One of the things that we love about the rural desert, as well as traditional camping generally, is our ability to sit under a dark starry sky and enjoy it. This is not easy to do in metro areas like the East Valley of Maricopa County, or even in our rural RV resort with its overhead street lamps, but we are able to do so in Flagstaff, and so we are grateful.
It is because of all of these wonderful aspects of Flagstaff — the history, the nostalgia, the terrain, the vibe — that we felt the need to take my mother-in-law to northern Arizona to get to know it as we do. It was also the route: We ignore the highway as much as we can when going to and coming from Flagstaff. Instead, we take the scenic biways, because there is simply so much diversity in landscape in northern Arizona that one must see it. Arizona is not made up solely of scorching hot desert and urban sprawl. The north will enchant you, engulf you. We knew it could be spiritually uplifting for our whole family to return to Flag.
So we began with lunch in Sedona. Head north on the I-17 and turn west at Camp Verde in the beautiful Verde Valley and you will find your way to Sedona, with its beautiful, bizarre and famous red sandstone formations, artsy charm and dizzying tourism. We stopped at Tlaquepaque Art Village for lunch at Oak Creek Brewery & Grill and took in some of the renown art scene there.






For the record, we kept our itinerary from my mother-in-law for as long as we could. She thought we were going to another Arizona mountain town for Thanksgiving. It was a fun secret to keep, until either the signs or the vistas gave it away.
Finally we arrived in Flagstaff. We received a very special gift of staying at a close friend’s Flagstaff home for the holiday. Nestled in the woods, we hunkered down during the chilly days and cold nights for time spent talking, playing, relaxing and dining fireside. An excellent time and a supremely generous gesture from my friend. We loved it.



We, too, utilized our Flagstaff basecamp for a daytrip lunch adventure to the Grand Canyon, a place Scot’s mom had never seen. Despite it being colder this time and much, much busier due to the Thanksgiving holiday, we had a fun roadtrip to the canyon.




As our holiday ended, we made time for one more lunch adventure, this time in Flagstaff proper at Beaver Street Brewery. But there are many other places to see and things to do in Flagstaff, all of them offering a homey, welcoming feeling. Flagstaff is simply fun and inviting.




So, if you ever plan to motor west, travel my way, that’s the highway — that’s the best. Get your kicks on Route 66. It goes to St. Louis, down to Missouri, and Oklahoma City looks oh so pretty. You’ll see Amarillo — and Gallup, New Mexico. Flagstaff, Arizona, don’t forget Wynonna, Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino … Won’t you get hip to this kindly trip and take that northern Arizona trip? The smell of the pines and fresh air will stay with you, the mountains, too. Our holiday was wonderful. Hoping to return to beloved Flagstaff soon.
Great trip – took some of it years ago when Dave and I traveled more – hope to do so again !! Was good to see you all again … joann
You, too, my love! Beautiful territory out here. We love it. xoox
Hello dere, Schweetheart!
Nice work on this cute journey. Great scenery. Luna is growing in L & B. Hi to Scot…..
Lou
Well hello der, to you, dear friend! So glad that you have been following along. Yes, Flag is beautiful, and, yes, Ms. Luna is so big now! And the cycle of life continues. You are a gem for chiming in. I send you a big hug. See you this summer. xo
Love the place…love the pictures…song! You are building beautiful memories from boatloads of experiences. 🙂
I know! I look back and we have written so much! And even though we are traveling more slowly, we still are not finished. It’s refreshing to think about it in this way. So glad that you liked the piece! xo
Awesome pics…beautiful! Jealous of your time upcoming in LA and Cali in general. When Brandon lived in Hermosa Beach, I went and visited him and it was incredible. Miss and love you guys!! Harry Christmas, yall!!
Hey! Thanks! And I remember when he was there and you visited him. We won’t be far from there for sure. Love and miss you, too, sugar. Harry Christams, too!!! xo