Every fall is a mixed bag of emotions when it’s time to say goodbye to Grand Canyon. Yes, I’m always ready for the delightfully hectic summer season to be over. And although crazy busy, this has been the best season out of nine. The National Park Service Centennial seemed to be a big hit with high visitation. Three more years until Grand Canyon National Park celebrates its 100th birthday.
Goodbye to the ever changing light and shadows in the canyon.
Goodbye to fall’s brilliance and chill.
I dropped the truckcamper in Yarnell a few weeks ago. Then began the hunt for where to park my 5th-wheel home. After much todo about staying in one of two RV parks in Yarnell, worse and worser, I decided 14 miles away would do better so I’m moving to Kirkland, Arizona.
I’ve driven through Kirkland numerous times in the last 11 years. Just don’t blink or you’ll miss it. The 2014 census gives a population of 1686, three people per square mile. It’s ranch-land in the foothills of the Weaver Mountains.
The Kirkland RV Park looks good sandwiched between Kirkland Creek—mostly a dry wash—and the not often used RR tracks. Lots of trees and pretty good sized spaces. Mostly permanent mobile homes and trailers.
The town consists of one business, the Kirkland Bar and Steakhouse originally built in 1863 then rebuilt several times around the still intact 1880 Wells Fargo safe. It’s gone through several owners and is once again for sale. I’ve never eaten there so might have to give it a try. And there’s a post office in town.
So the plan is to roll off the Kaibab Plateau Friday and drive the four hours to Flagstaff for the night then another three hours Saturday to Kirkland, about 25 miles south of Prescott. Bill is following me in his own truck to my new home to help me set up for the winter.
Great thing is I’ll be back to visit Grand Canyon in a couple of weeks for the History Symposium on the South Rim. Then I’ll have to say goodbye again.