GUYS. I lived in Flagstaff for 3 years and just barely explored Arizona. I always dreamed of returning to the beach (and am still SO happy we moved back) and that kept me preoccupied. But a couple of Sam and I’s best friends live in Flagstaff, so we find ourselves back in Arizona every once and a while.
We had been planning NYE in Flagstaff for a while now. From the 10pm “Pinecone Drop” downtown, to homemade cinnamon rolls, daily off roading adventures, constant coffee stops and way too much laughter, it was the BEST WEEKEND.
I documented a few of my favorite moments including a pit stop on our drive home in a town in the middle of nowhere that is filled with burros. Yes, I’m serious. Yes, I considered taking one home. Yes, there are way to many pictures of said burros.
Side note: befriend a photographer and every adventure becomes a mini photo shoot. Sorry not sorry.
I wish I brought my camera downtown to show off the pretty Christmas lights and perfect little town that balances historic-ness and hipster-ism so well. But alas, I was having too much fun. On to day two’s adventure:
I had NO idea this was what Rt 66 looks like, did you?! We normally take the 40 but veered off course this time since this might have been our last time out there!
Welcome to Oatman. A weird, sketchy Western town in the middle of nowhere where burros roam the streets.
“I’m scared of you but also will you be my friend?”
8 hours is a loooong time to be on the road. I’m so appreciative of my hubby for always driving.
Peace out 2015. What a great way to end a great year.