Monday 14th September 2015
After being in two States the previous day, we left Laughlin and started our journey to the Grand Canyon. But, as we crossed over into Arizona, the skies darkened and we seemed to get caught up in a horrible storm. Shawn kept reminding us that California was experiencing a 10 year long drought, but we weren’t in California and at that moment in time I definitely felt like I was back in rainy old Manchester.
Mid-morning, we stopped at a small town that we were introduced to as the birth place of the traditional Route 66. Seligman has now been preserved to celebrate all things Americana and is possibly the quirkiest place I have ever been. A single road lined with small souvenir shops, motels, diners and houses, the only word I can use to describe it is American.
Arriving in the middle of a heavy down pour, we ran across the road into one of the larger stores to pick up a few gifts and keep out of the rain. Shame the roof had the odd leak. Lucky for us the storm soon passed, and we headed out into the town to explore.
One fun fact about Seligman is that it was the inspiration for Disney’ Cars. It’s crazy to think that such a big film was based on such a small town. All along the street were old, rusted cars which could have come straight out of the film, but these were the originals! Even though I’m not particularly interested in cars, I loved looking at all the vintage nostalgia and it really got me excited for the rest of my Western road trip.
Shawn told us we needed to go into Delgadillo’s Snow Cap while we were here, and to just “trust him”, something we’d hear quite a few times over the next few days. A little peckish from our drive, we headed in to grab a snack and drink before hitting to road again. The building itself is the opposite of the Tardis. It looks big on the outside, but in fact, it’s just a corridor. A pretty small corridor at that , covered head to toe with sicks and just a simple hatch in the middle. My friend Hannah got a hotdog and when asked if she wanted any mustard, had the bottle squirted at her. Seeing yellow stuff flying out at her made us both scream, but it was just yellow string. My turn came up, and I asked for a regular Coke. The Waitress said their small was pretty large, and being naive I just said that would be fine. Little did I know I would be given a thimble. Oh.
Once we finally got our order we sat down at the picnic tables and treasured this fun, unique piece of Americana, before jumping back on to our bus headed for the Grand Canyon.