Where's the party?

While I've been touring the country, I have had little to know issues other than the fires on the west coast.  I have been able to see most everything I had planned to see until today.  For the last 30 years, Labor day to me meant a day off from teaching, spending it with family and getting my mind set for the big push through the next few months in the classroom.  This year, I am traveling through Arizona and having a blast seeing what I can see.

Today I had planned to go to Sedona, AZ to the Red Rock State park and see some scenery that I had read about but apparently most of Flagstaff, AZ had been told there was a party at the Sliding Rock State park.  It seemed as though every person from a 100 mile area was there.  The roads going in and out were like the road from Blowing Rock to Grandfather Mountain.  And there was a void of parking so everyone was parking on the sides of the road, up onto the road.  Very narrow driving my truck camper that sticks out on the sides.  Luckily I didn't have any issues, but I did travel about 11 miles down into the mayhem before I was able to turn around and call it a day.

I did catch a glimpse of the river and the banks were like Myrtle Beach at the Forth of July, elbow to elbow.  How much fun they must have been having but not my cup of tea.
The fun part of the day was getting to drive on Route 66 and even camp for the night.  The funny part is they are quick to tell you it's the historical Route 66 but it's not really a road anymore and all cut up and given to other roads, mostly I-40.  Tomorrows quest, rock solid wood...