Showing posts with label Flagstaff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flagstaff. Show all posts
Thursday, August 3, 2017
The 2017 Used Book Store Crawl, Flagstaff Edition
It's
August again, and pretty soon I'll be updating my report about thrift
shops in New Mexico. But a recent visit from my young nephew, an
aspiring writer and book fiend, led me to research used book stores
in Arizona. I wanted to plan a short trip to visit stores in
Flagstaff, Cottonwood, and Prescott.
I
discovered used book stores when I was a young teenager, and my
introduction to that dusty realm was a revelation. Like most kids, I
didn't have a lot of spending money, and I had thought I would have
to rely solely on the library to satisfy my book cravings. The
library is a great place for a kid who's still learning what she
likes to read.
But
eventually you know which authors you like, and buying their books at
retail can be expensive. So when I realized there were used
book stores, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I've been
visiting used book stores ever since, but I admit there had been a
long gap between my last visit to a used book store and the ones I
took recently with my nephew and my husband. I noticed only one
change during that gap, and it's a logical one – the prices are a
bit higher than you might expect.
This
makes sense when you consider the internet. One of the things that
connectivity does is make people aware of what things are worth.
Some people believe a book should only cost 50 cents if it's used.
After all – it's used. But
if there's demand for that title, it's worth more. So the lowest
price we found on any book during our Used Book Store Crawl was
$2.00. But we still came home with a trunk-load of books. (Fair
warning to those of you who were hoping to lighten your bookshelves
instead of running to Ikea to buy a new one so you can store the
extra titles.)
Flagstaff
was the first city on our stop. We found an inexpensive hotel that
(coincidentally) backed onto the rear lot of the Galaxy Diner, our
favorite restaurant in Flagstaff. I love their pot roast sandwich;
Ernie usually goes for the meat loaf, and Miles had the chicken-fried
steak two days in a row. (You get 10% off your bill if you wear the
Galaxy Diner T-shirt.)
I
had done a google search for good used book stores in Flagstaff and
had come up with a page of possibilities. But as it turned out, when
we actually hit the streets, we only found two of the book stores
listed in my search. (NOTE: I didn't put Bookman's on the list.
It's a fairly big chain, and even though I would recommend it to
people looking for used books, I wanted to explore small, indie
shops.)
One
of the things I like about Flagstaff is that the people who own
and/or work in the small businesses there are very representative of
the West. They're knowledgable about what they're selling, but
have a low-key style. If you ask them questions, you can learn quite
a lot.
Another
thing I like is that you can also find used books in a lot of the
antique stores – and there are several. So if you really want to
do a proper book crawl in Flagstaff, google the antique shops too.
Here
are the two book shops we visited:
15
N Leroux St, Flagstaff, AZ 86001
(928)
774-6813
Route
66, near old town shopping, between Beaver and San Francisco Street
This
one is an old-fashioned used book store, and one of the easiest to
find. All three of us picked up several titles each. Here's a photo
of our haul:
Bright
Side Books
18
N San Francisco St, Flagstaff, AZ 86001
(928)
440-5041
Off
Old Route 66, North on San Fransisco, in the old shopping district.
Bright
Side Books sells new books, but it's a wonderful shop with an
eclectic selection. I bought some Where the Wild Things Are socks
(ones like the monster feet in the book). You are going to miss
something special if you don't visit this shop.
It
was just the first day of our trip, and already we were filling up
the trunk of our car with books. But there was more to come, my
friends. Much more . . .
NEXT
TIME: Getting Lost in the Stacks in Cottonwood
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Would You Like Fries With That Hike?
Working
at the Heard Museum Book Store allows me to find more nifty books
than I would normally see were I simply to wander into a National
Park book store (something I do more often than you might think), so
I was already familiar with a couple of other Roger Naylor titles:
Death Valley: Hottest Place On Earth
and Arizona: Kicks On Route 66. These
inexpensive and lavishly photographed books are full of lore and
suggestions of interesting places to visit, so when Boots &
Burgers: An Arizona Handbook For Hungry Hikers
came over the transom, I bought it so fast my receipt is singed
around the edges.
Boots
& Burgers combined my two
favorite things in the world, hiking and eating at diners after
hiking – what a natural! So I went through the book with a
fine-tooth comb and started marking hikes I want to do, along with
their accompanying diner suggestions. I knew I would review this
book, so I was prepared to say all sorts of nice things about the
fact that most of the hikes listed in the book are new to me, so I
have lots of lovely exploration to do. Likewise, I had never eaten
at most of these diners, and I love burgers. A match made in heaven.
The directions to the trail heads are clear, the exertion level is
accurate, and the diner reviews make my mouth water. Good stuff!
Get down here and by this book right now!
But
this is a book about adventure and exploration. Is one review
enough? I think Boots & Burgers
requires special treatment. I haven't done my job as a reviewer
unless I go on at least some of these hikes, eat at some of these
diners, and then tell you how they were. I am prepared to make this
sacrifice. Because I'm just that kinda guy.
So
– the first hike that tempted me was the Red Mountain trail, just
north of Flagstaff on HWY 180, the same road that will take you to
the Grand Canyon if you don't want to take HWY 89. There's nothing
wrong with HWY 89 of course – after all, it takes you past Wupatki
and Sunset Crater. But HWY 180 may be the road less traveled, unless
you're really into skiing at Snow Bowl, or you can't resist the
observatory or the museums – or . . .
Okay,
maybe it's NOT the road less traveled. But on the Thursday we went
looking for Red Mountain, there weren't a lot of people sharing the
highway with us. The book warned us to watch for the mile marker
after the Red Mountain sign, and this proved to be completely
accurate. We turned left onto a forest road, drove past the sign
warning us not to park in undesignated parking areas – you need to
go to the end, where it loops, and THEN you can improvise a parking
spot. Just try not to block the road. Not that anyone showed up
while we were there – probably because everyone else knew that if
you want to see the magnificent formations inside that
partially-collapsed cinder cone, you need to show up in the morning,
when light will ignite the full glory of those fantastical shapes.
The
trail leads through a forest of junipers, ponderosas, and scented
scrub – you see glimpses of the rock formations looming over it
all, further down the trail. This is when you're saying to yourself,
Dang! I wish we had gotten here before noon!
Because those volcanic-tuff hoodoos are in shadow in the afternoon.
They are mere shadows of themselves.
What's
cool is that eventually you reach the cone, and you have to climb a
short ladder to get up among the hoodoos. Somehow it all reminds me
of scenes from The Lord of the Rings,
when the company of friends travel into lands long abandoned to find
half-ruined statues of ancient heroes. The formations are
fantastical even in the half-light, and you will be busy snapping
pictures of them. By the way – please don't be a jerk and climb on
them.
On the way back down, I tested Roger's claim that Ponderosas smell like
vanilla – and it's true. Put your nose right up next to them and
breathe deep. The scent is amazing. And it only took me 56 years to
find that out.
We
had already located Mama Burgers on the way down – it's right on
the elbow part of the bend that becomes HWY 180. It's a little place,
and many of the employees are teenagers. I was tempted to try one of
the shakes – I hear they're amazing, so I'll do that come summer –
but I stuck to a burger and fries. My husband did the same, but he
picked the Mamaburger, while I had the one with bacon and avocado.
They
were EXCELLENT.
So
five stars for the Red Mountain hike and the Mama Burger joint. Now
– time to pick the next hike . . .
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