…the P52 group headed north from Phoenix to stop over at Flagstaff; from there we headed further north with our first photo-op being an abandoned motel-come-gas station. Talk about creepy!
Looking back, I wonder how I was so senseless to have wandered off alone – maybe it was the false comfort of having a large group within earshot.
The thing is, I’ve seen the movies and the victims never get a chance to shout out as they’re dragged away unconscious…
…back to reality, and the abandoned motel… I managed to get away with a few images that I hope significantly portray the special atmosphere of the place.