After a morning hike on the white house trail at 7am, I returned to Thunderbird motel to pack up, ate breakfast, and hit the long road back to Flagstaff. The long and somewhat boring route when one gets to highway 40 must have been the reason so many strange, somewhat alarmingly bizarre roadside attractions were placed here in the first place. As I came over the ridge of another part of the dreary highway the madness appeared. Giant dinosaurs sort of crappy looking, with mannequins hanging out of their jaws, other mannequins posed by rusted out cars and school busses. It was creepy and bizarre and somewhat cool.