It was a longish drive, a little more than an hour and a half. We wound down the western slopes of Mingus Mountain, moving toward Prescott, and then turned due north to go through Chino Valley and hit I-40 in Ash Fork. Connor drove, since he knew I was tense enough without having to maneuver over unfamiliar roads. Well, some of it was unfamiliar; of course I’d been to Prescott and even Chino Valley, but no farther north than that, because then you’d start to run into Wilcox territory.
Funny how those arbitrary lines had now been more or less erased.
We pulled off I-40 into Williams, running along Route 66. Connor was right — the downtown area did look fun, full of restored buildings and shops and restaurants. In other words, not so different from the historic section of Flagstaff, althou
