Seligman in June 2013, the town that kept Route 66 alive: jalopies at the Snow Cap, mannequins on the Rusty Bolt, and meeting Angel Delgadillo.
Seligman is the reason Route 66 still exists as a thing you can drive. When the interstate bypassed the town, the local barber, Angel Delgadillo, rallied his neighbours to get the old road declared historic, and the world's most famous highway got its second life. We pulled in on a June 2013 morning to find the whole town gloriously in on the joke.
The shield that launched a thousand road trips.The Historic Aztec Motel wall, leaving no doubt about the town's allegiance.Main street on a June morning: one barber shop, several gift shops, coachloads of pilgrims.J&R's Minimart: breakfast, lunch, souvenirs and shade, all under one canopy.The old Texaco sign got a longer photo session than most humans we know.
The yard art of Route 66
The Snow Cap drive-in's house car, wearing flowers, flags and the words Dead Chicken. Sense is not the point.Horns, flowers, painted ice creams and a Route 66 plate. Subtlety is not the yard's style.Inga hitching a ride with Charlie's Cesspool Service. Permit No. 3, so all above board.The mint green Dodge outside Angel and Vilma's gift shop, wearing number plates left behind by European road trippers.The Rusty Bolt's balcony crowd never moves and never buys anything.Elvis on the boot of a pink Fifties sedan. Seligman commits to the bit.
The man himself
Angel Delgadillo, the barber whose campaign saved Route 66, holding court in his shop beneath walls of visitors' cards and dollar bills.
Meeting Angel was the kind of accident that makes a road trip. We drove out past the Snow Cap with the windows down, headed back towards Williams and the canyon country.