Photograph by Jon Arnold

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1 Cathy Adams revs up an American muscle car for the ultimate road trip down Route 66, stopping off at Native American reserves, the Grand Canyon and stepping into Breaking Bad territory 52 Photograph by Jon Arnold

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3 It s only when picking up the car a grotesquely large, shiny white Dodge Challenger at Albuquerque s airport that we fully appreciate how barren New Mexico is. From the unglamorous vantage point of the Alamo car rental office, what seems like most of the scorched, brown state spreads out for miles in front of us, like a thin layer of Marmite. The only break in the land is the clutch of skyscrapers downtown, which marks the start of our journey on Route 66. Albuquerque If your only Albuquerque frame of reference comes from Breaking Bad, it s a good place to start. The cornflower blue skies, ironing board-flat parking lots and uniformly beige high rises where illegal narcotics are made and sold on the silver screen look bigger, bluer and more bleak in real life. It s desolate and dusty, and Central John Steinbeck gave Route 66 its Mother Road moniker in The Grapes of Wrath. He called it the road of flight as thousands left Oklahoma following a drought in the 1930s. Avenue downtown Albuquerque s section of the Mother Road is a seven-block-long dive bar crawl, full of neon-fronted bars from which locals erupt on a Saturday BREAKING BAD Breaking Bad did to Albuquerque what The Wire did for Baltimore, and several tours have popped up to show visitors some of the most famous sites from the show. Thanks to swingeing tax cuts for the film industry and a smasher of a backdrop, Albuquerque is the Southwest s hottest new destination when it comes to the silver screen. The Candy Lady, based in the Old Town, runs luxury tours in an eightseater limousine, trailing around sights such as the car wash, Walter White s house and Los Pollos Hermanos (disappointingly just another branch of fast food chain Twisters). It feels weird to pose outside somebody else s house, but that s all part of the fun. Plus, each tour includes The Candy Lady s home-cooked blue meth sweets. Costs $85.25pp including tax. discoveramerica.com night. (Tip: head to Andaluz Hotel on the corner of Second Street and Copper Avenue for dinner at its hip tapas restaurant MÁS.) New Mexico is historic Navajo territory, and Native American heritage is still alive in the quaint Old Town, which is awash with touristy stalls selling jewellery (and burritos). If you don t fancy a coarse poncho or feather earrings, grab a slice of oldschool Albuquerque from the Golden Crown Panaderia, which sells Mexican bolillos and empanadas laced with green chilli. Albuquerque to Gallup Life drains away when you leave the city proper, and the yawningly empty Route 66 cuts through red cliffs on either side. This part of the Mother Road makes for the archetypal road trip postcard deserted roads, spectacular scenery, motels and drivein diners serving brain-freeze milkshakes. Crossing the Rio Grande river, surrounded by lush farmland, we trace Route 66 through empty desertscapes and old Indian reservations towards Gallup, the last town before the road breaks into Arizona. Our first stop is the barren To hajiilee, a Navajo reservation just off Interstate 40 and the scene of a particularly brutal episode of Breaking Bad. The minute we kill the Challenger s engine, the tinny beat of Ginuwine s Pony stops and Three villages make up Acoma Pueblo: Sky City (Old Acoma), Acomita and McCartys. It is estimated that the town has been inhabited for more than 2,000 years. THE YAWNINGLY EMPTY ROUTE 66 CUTS THROUGH RED CLIFFS ON EITHER SIDE we re standing high up on a dusty orange cliff in total silence. All that s around is the occasional road sign pointing down a track to ramshackle camps or makeshift houses. Further along the interstate is Acoma Pueblo, a hilltop reservation that s said to be America s oldest settlement. Sky City is the first thing you ll see from Route 66, atop the table-shaped sandstone mesa. From the top, it provides a jaw-dropping view of the road into the distance. Still within New Mexico s rocky orange clutches, following freight trains chugging from Chicago to LA, we stop for lunch in Photograph by ABQ Tourist Board 54

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5 BLINDFOLD YOURSELF BEFORE YOU GET TO THE LIP OF THE RAVINE IT S AN 1,800M DROP TO THE RIVER Gallup, where a third of the population has Native American roots. It s not a pretty town streets are slathered in neon signage, some working, some not. The only place open is Jerry s Cafe, serving burritos and tacos, coated in thick chilli-cheese sauce, with an obligatory splodge of Mexican black beans. Gallup to Flagstaff The dramatic scenery we got used to doesn t immediately change over the Arizona border, and the viscerally named Petrified THIS IMAGE: New Mexico highways stretch over dusty orange land. BELOW: Chilli features heavily in cooking in the Southwest Forest National Park and Painted Desert (entry fee $10) are a nice warm up for the Grand Canyon just 300 miles west. The Petrified Forest isn t a forest at all, more a landscape of burnt stumps of wood, while the Painted Desert is easier on the eye, and is a flatter version of the Grand Canyon. Rolling into Flagstaff, the landscape changes dramatically, from expanses of brown with sparse terracotta rocks to swathes of tall fir trees. The temperature drops dramatically: there s snow on the One of the seven natural wonders of the world, the rock on the bottom of the Grand Canyon is around two billion years old. The upper rim is around 230 million years old. mountains, and shorts and sandals suddenly aren t suitable when I wrench myself from the Challenger to find it s 12ºC outside. Mountain town Flagstaff is vintage Route 66 at its best. At night, the network of streets around downtown light up with neon signs promoting hotels, theatres and clubs, and the Museum Club, a ski chaletesque wooden bar that puts on live music most nights for beleaguered drivers, is reminiscent of its past as a stopover town. It s got a burgeoning craft beer scene, too Beaver Street Brewery does a storming menu of home-grown beers (try the raspberry-flavoured Bramble Berry Brew) and pizzas out of its wood-fired oven. Grand Canyon We ve been smugly informed by locals that the South Rim of the Grand Canyon is by far its best side, and it s just a threehour trip on the endearing Grand Canyon Railway (in the luxury parlour car, no less) from former mining town Williams. (It s not strictly on Route 66, but when in Arizona, right?) Whether or not you choose to blindfold yourself before you get to the lip of the ravine great advice that, given it s a 1,800m drop to the Colorado River below there s little that can prepare you for the vastness of it. From the South Rim, there are various hiking trails both around and down into the canyon. Seligman to Kingman The last section of Arizona s Route 66 rolls through some of its most stereotypical places: deserted Seligman, which is little more than a handful of gas stations and motels strung together on the roadside, and Kingman, the last proper town before California, where we stop for an arteryexploding lunch of hot dogs, milkshakes and Elvis memorabilia at Mr D z Route 66 Diner. My waistline has expanded after four days of tipping processed meat and cheese through my maw but with fascinating Navajo culture and some of the best scenery in the world to discover, who s counting? e NEED TO KNOW Double rooms at the Andaluz Hotel in Albuquerque start from around 105. andaluz.com. Rooms at the Super 8 Motel in Flagstaff start from 31. super8.com. Return flights to Albuquerque start from around 550 with American Airlines. aa.com For more information on Arizona, visit visitarizona.com. Photograph by Bob Stefko/Getty, ABQ Tourist Board 56