When you stay at a place called “Railside” you know trains are somewhere nearby, and when we saw how close the tracks were to the park, we wondered if we’d be disturbed at all hours. We soon found out the track belonged to the Grand Canyon Railway — yep, the one way to take the train into the Grand Canyon National Park. It left mid-morning and returned about dinner time, so instead of being a noisy nuisance, it was fun to see coming around the bend.
Kids staying at the RV park — and young-hearted adults, too! — went out to greet the train and wave at the riders.
We happened to be in Williams for National Train Day on May 8-9 (don’t ask me why they call it National Train DAY when it lasts two days….) and though we didn’t attend the events, we watched the steam locomotive go by.
We quickly favored two local restaurants… At Pancho McGillicuddy’s Mexican Cantina (and Espresso bar) we discovered the great flavor of their beef fajitas. We don’t eat much red meat, but we couldn’t help getting a whiff of a platter full of this dish as passed a table and had to order it. We didn’t regret it! And there was so much we had leftovers for days afterwards.
As if one great restaurant weren’t enough, we discovered not only the food but the homemade pies at the Pine Country Restaurant, right across the street from Pancho McGillicuddy’s. Their pie is awesome, and their chocolate cake is to die for. Good thing we were hiking to burn off calories!
Oh, and the “Loco Neighbors” of the title? Well, people in general who let their dogs run loose are loco in our book. We love pets but are allergic, so when someone’s pet comes at us, it’s a bad day for us. Fortunately, Tamera the owner/manager had a few words with the neighbor who admitted the dog should have been on a leash.
If you have dogs (and you probably do — I think we’re the only RVers without pets), please be courteous and obey the leash rules that most campgrounds and RV parks have put in place. There are a lot of reasons those rules exist; in our case, your dog’s excited, welcoming lick could mean a trip to the hospital. We don’t want that, and neither do you 🙂
But all good stories have a happy ending, and this one does as well. We got to know our hostess Tamera a little better as a result, and have thought of her often since that day. Her husband might think he’s “married to Geronimo and Hitler because of my Apache and German heritage,” she said, but we think she’s a doll, and a smart one at that. Thank you for sharing with us some of what you’ve learned, Tamera!