Relax.
This will be a red rockless post.
Our next trip was 20 miles south of Sedona to an old mining ghost town called Jerome.
And like the 20 mile north trip we took to pine forested, snowy Flagstaff….
This was a radically different topography as well.
Goodbye red rock canyons….
Hello flat open grasslands that turned into hills…
And switchback filled mountain roads….
Leading ever upward in elevation.
We saw signs of the town’s mining past.
And kept climbing.
And climbing..
And climbing, straight up.
We bypassed the mine…
And climbed farther up…
Where the road narrowed to crazy proportions….
Until we finally glimpsed our destination.
If there’s an asylum?
You know I have to visit.
The Jerome Grand Hotel, which used to be a hospital with a slightly checkered past.
Perched high above the town…
With a bar that used to house mental patients.
Now that’s my kind of place.
( To be continued.. )
River's world..... 
The bar name is perfect. Oddly enough from your photos this area looks similar to SW England. The narrow roads, the old buildings… the hills. Way too trippy to even contemplate.
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That’s interesting…. although I imagine it’s quite a bit browner.
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True.
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Now this looks like my kinda of town. I’ve never even heard of Jerome, Arizona but I will remember it now, thanks!
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It was fun…. something different.
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Going to the asylum . . .
And we’re going to be happy . . .
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I can’t speak for others… but we were.
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I didn’t see much flatland—-in South Florida what you drove past would be mountains!!
Can’t wait to hear what you ate AND DRANK in the Asylum–do they have straight jackets for rowdy customers???
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There’s been daily food and drink in the Arizona saga so far…. I’m guessing you’re satisfied?
😉
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Gold mine…. There’s a Hungarian saying about the worst place to be. Up a frogs arse down a coal mine… For me it was down a gold mine with,let’s say, a pressing need. My memory of cripple Creek. Random post not related to yours…. I’m sort of sorry I haven’t visited enough asylums in my life….
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I would think the mine type wouldn’t be relevant… if you’re up a frog’s arse that is. pretty miserable situation no matter the locale.
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The sad thing is.. I read a book about it called ‘under the frog’ . Wasn’t just about that!
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You wouldn’t think there would actually be enough under a frog to fill a book…. except maybe some dead bugs.
Curious.
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So let’s cut to the chase — did you see any ghosts? Before or after drinks? Eeewwww, I’m getting shivers just thinking about it!
Mona
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Sadly, no. But I did see a werewolf.
Stay tuned…
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Used to live in Tuscon for a couple years. Never been to Jerome, but I always wondered what it would be like living in Flagstaff.
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Flagstaff is s different weather world entirely. Cold and snow common, lots of pine trees.
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I remember goig through it, and I just remember that when the weather 101 degrees in Tuscon, it was like 75 to 80 degrees there.
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Same from Sedona. Sunny and 60 there, 20 minutes up the road? Snow. Crazy..
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I’m gonna rightly assume Fred did NOT try to leave you there?
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Nope. It didn’t even cross his mind…
At least I don’t think it did.
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Yer shure?
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Probably shouldn’t ask tho…..
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Better part of valor, that.
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Pretty hotel is pretty. I am intrigued by its past…
My intrigue awaits your continuance.
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I’ll try not to disappoint…
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