Entering its 91st year, the Museum of Northern Arizona (MNA) stands, a tribute to Flagstaff, the Colorado Plateau, and to the past, present and future that make this remarkable part of the country what it is.
Driving 65 miles per hour across the modern-day pavement, one might glance at that bridge, forgetting that this arid, rocky, region—scarce of vegetation—was once traversed on foot or horseback by the original American peoples.
One beautiful autumn weekend, I made the trip to Flagstaff from Durango and thought I’d sojourn at Little America. After six hours on the road, I reached my destination and contentedly walked up the front steps and into the welcoming and luxurious lobby.
Desperately desiring a break from the world of business meetings and soccer practices, bake sales and parent/teacher conferences and so on and so on? You are not alone. And relief is right around the corner.