Standing on the Corner

Made it to Winslow, AZ for usual photoshoot at the "corner" - a parkette created for such purposes is fenced off due to some safety issue. They have thoughtfully parked a Flatbed Ford truck to add to the ambience. There is nothing else to do in Winslow so we move right along.
Rolled into Flagstaff, AZ mid afternoon and after setting up camp head into the trendy downtown core. A guy in a cream '57 Thunderbird, complete with porthole hardtop, waves to us. We shop at Fry's Food and Drug for supplies - a guy in the checkout line tells us not to bother going to California. Flagstaff is a Birkenstock sort of town with a touch of the Bohemian. A much needed snack at the Downtown Cafe and a stroll around the grid-pattern streets and we retire to the campsite for a well-earned can of Heineken from the mini-eskie.
After seeing endless freight trains with up to four diesel engines pulling double-stacked container cars full of asian goods we finally see an Amtrak passenger train. The Southwest Chief goes from Chicago to LA, via Albuquerque, Flagstaff and elsewhere. For how much longer is anybody's guess.
On most campsites we are surrounded by huge rigs, great mobile homes, pickups towing trailers, fifth-wheels and everything but the kitchen sink, except they have that too. Sites offer hook-up to cable TV and campers expect all the comforts of home. Mobile phones and Wi-Fi mean contact with the world 24/7. We make common cause with the bikers who prefer the simpler life like ourselves. Maybe I'll just buy a Chevy Suburban and a monster trailer and have done with it!