Within an hour of roaming Flagstaff, I "got" this place, it's Burlington, Vermont West. No lie! There may not be a lake, and the mountains looming are certainly larger but trust me, they are sister cities!
Flagstaff impressed me for many reasons but the preservation and renovation of the historic downtown is top of the list. While there are dozens of lovely galleries, restaurants, shops, etc., I still expected to see cowboys ride up to the local watering hole. Flagstaff hasn't lost its personality at all.
A little bit of history that was also of interest to me:
"On July 4, 1876, a party of emigrants from Boston stripped a pine tree of its branches and raised an American flag in honor of the nation's centennial. When they moved on, their "flag staff" became a landmark for those who followed."
Tomorrow, I head into the Grand Canyon for a week and will be off the grid!
Cyclist, writer, teacher, avid reader, bike/ped advocate, nomad, pie lover