East of Winslow, Arizona, beside a long lonely stretch of highway, sits an icon of Old Route 66. The Minnetonka Trading Post served the community for almost a century as a post office, roping arena, bar and gas station; to name a few. It has withstood incessant wind, constant exposure to searing summers and frigid winters, but the unique facade of petrified wood, held together with a matrix of cement, still surrounds the main entrance with barely a crack or a missing piece.
Russian thistle grows in the crack patterns of the abandoned parking lot where a rare bit of moisture sustains it’s existance. A beer sign in the window attests to it’s recent past as a tavern until the death of it’s owner in 2007. The doors and windows are now barred under lock and key, as if waiting for someone to rescue it from the elements of time.
Now in disrepair, at the end of Old Route 66, the Minnetonka Trading Post barely holds on to it’s past. Like the highway it sits beside, it has perhaps, reached the end of its road.