The culinary delights of Flagstaff couldn’t outweigh the frigid temperatures on the overnights. I was ready to run south, not only for warmer nights, but also because I only had a month before I had to be in LA.
The plan was to hike the Arizona Trail for a rendezvous with a train closer to the border, and luckily, I heard that the Mormon Lake Lodge and Country Store was opening for the season.
I donned my pizza socks, excited to try the Mormon Lake Pizzeria, and yet, was let down the next day when my desire remained unfulfilled—only the saloon and general store were open.
Pine, Arizona, the next town south on the trail, whispered promises of gastronomic delights, but the allure of off-trail, unplanned adventure, and warmer nights suggested a side trip to Sedona.
Over the mountains, through the snow, I carved my own path westward, towards the warmth of Sedona and lower elevations.
Arizona has its own special sort of mud that clumps to your feet like wearing cement shoes, and the pizza socks were taking a beating. Navigating knee-deep snow-covered roads, I trudged onward, fueled by the promise of pizza. Twenty miles later, Munds Park welcomed me with open arms and the tantalizing aroma of… tacos.
The trail had worn holes in the pizza socks, and maybe their magic no longer held. All I knew was that there was no way I was going to pass up eating at a place called Drunk Taco.
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