On my way up to Flagstaff, and cooler weather, a woman started honking and madly pointing at my trailer tires. Thinking I must have a flat, I pulled off the highway.
I saw no flat, but did see a little smoke, and when I touched the hubs, I burned my fingers on one of them. I knew then that I had burned up a wheel bearing. Fortunately, the entire trailer did not burn up, like fellow bloggers, Ed and Marilyn, had happen recently for the same reason. In that respect, I was really lucky.
A flat bed tow truck was called, with the intention of towing the trailer on the bed. But the driver was unable to pull the trailer up without crushing everything on the underside of the back of the trailer.
So the driver ended up removing the tire, chaining the axles together, and towing the trailer on the ground.
I did a job on the end of the axle, completely burning it up. So I need a new axle, which will take a while.
In the meantime, I'm bunking with Phil, and we are at the Flagstaff Elks. They don't have a lot of space, and I hope they don't get sick of us.
It's in a beautiful location, with hiking right outside our door.
And lots of pretty flowers. Ah....choo!!!
Now - where to go dancing.... The Museum Club, otherwise known as The Zoo, is a historic honky tonk on Route 66. It was built of ponderosa pine logs around live trees. The trees are now dead and covered in lacquer and serve as the corners of the dance floor. (Sorry - no picture - it was too dark inside.)
The booths are definite Route 66 and the tables must be cross sections of ponderosa pine.
Before it was a honky tonk, the building was originally a taxidermist's museum. Some of the animals are still there.
Meanwhile, back at the Elks, I found my own animals. I've always wanted to get a picture of a dragonfly, but they are hard to corner.
I thought its face was amazing - looks like it's wearing a mask.