{"id":13012,"date":"2020-10-08T06:41:49","date_gmt":"2020-10-08T13:41:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=13012"},"modified":"2021-08-20T06:11:01","modified_gmt":"2021-08-20T13:11:01","slug":"the-community-of-flagstaff-the-ski-lift-lodge-cabins","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=13012","title":{"rendered":"The community of Flagstaff & the ski lift lodge cabins"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I head back down<\/strong> the mountains from Schultz Tank<\/a> and into the tight knit community of Flagstaff. I haven’t eaten all day, and am famished. Flagstaff is very Covid aware, and has strict social distancing and mask wearing guidelines while in public. It’s something I can get behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n

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Flagstaff offers free<\/strong> downtown parking during the pandemic, most likely to try and entice people to visit the area and support those businesses that feel safe enough to stay open. A few of my favorite restaurants are remaining closed though, but after wandering around for a bit I find a lovely Indian place that is empty and open. I feed the beast well as I watch the masked world go by from large street windows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Muscles are sore and legs are cramping. I need to keep hydrating, as I hope to get back up to the mountains again in the morning. I head on over to the Ski Lift Lodge cabins<\/a>, a little cluster of old cabins at the base of the road leading up to the ski resort.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The place is unassuming,<\/strong> but has a friendly air to it. A gathering of folks are outside the restaurant enjoying beers in the cool weather. The cabin is a no frills one room accommodation, but all I need is a bed and a bathroom. I sleep well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I rise early to the start of an exquisite sunrise. I’m still feeling stiff and sore, but after a quick breakfast and a large coffee, I head back up to the mountains to try and tackle the Weatherford trail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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