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I arrive into the town of Holbrook<\/a><\/strong> like a champagne bubble floating along a pink cotton candy sky. Along old Route 66, I have driven through this town more times than I care to remember over the last sixteen years, yet this is the first time that I have gone off the interstate and into the neighborhood homes of this quiet high desert oasis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Still soaking wet from the downpour<\/strong> I was caught in while hiking in the Painted Desert, I enter the Birds Nest, my accommodations for the night. This Homeaway<\/a> rental is a basement apartment of the local area radio personality, and it is full of history about Holbrook and the surrounding area.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I usually have a much richer<\/strong> experience while traveling by staying in home rentals vs. hotels. The Birds nest is comfortable and warm, with beautiful artwork adorning the walls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I settle in nicely with a cup of tea<\/strong>, and watch another rainstorm roll across the high desert plain. I sleep well, and am ready to get back to the Petrified Forest in the morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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