Abandoned Twin Arrows Trading Post
Faded paint chipped off every corner and wall of the structures. Each room covered in vibrant, artistic graffiti and random tags defaced what once remained a historical roadside landmark on Route 66 off I-40. As we roamed through each adjacent, dilapidated room we felt a piece of history come over us. The 25-foot tall twin arrows perched outside the trading post stood tall attracting us to the abandoned structure. The roof of the structure fell through to the foundation of most rooms piling up soggy, moldy debris alongside all of the trash discarded by other trespassers. One room turned into a beautiful, under-the-sea mural of a giant Octopus alongside an unknown sea creature splashing in the waves. The artist blended yellows and greens with a hint of orange to emphasize the head and tentacles outlining the creature’s veins with a thin line of purple. This room stood out from the others because the ceiling remained intact and minimal litter scattered across the flooring. Other rooms remained in shambles with garbage piling up in the corners of each room and random tags sprayed across the walls. One that stood out said, “Nothing Else Mattress” spray-painted in black cursive above an old, worn mattress. The metal springs exposed and rusted from the misty air. Empty floorboards, broken drywall, wood and trash made the trading post look like squatter central. Stenciled gray faces spray painted much of the outer building walls. Old gasoline pumps stood out front of the structure completely gutted. I looked deeper into the history of the Twin Arrows Trading Post to see what once lied on these crumbling ruins.
At one point in time, Bob Moore’s “Route 66: Spirit of the Mother Road,” called it the Canyon Padre Trading Post. Along with other nearby towns and businesses along Route 66 many of them failed in the 1970s. The Twin Arrows Trading post changed many hands until their inevitable doom in 1995. The structure still stands decaying more and more each year as the roof continues to cave in, the wet slop continues to pile up across the damp floors and the Twin Arrows slowly come to their death as the desert sun rots away at their wooden cores.
We stood their in amazement as this structure crumbled before our eyes and wondered why no one tried to keep its history.
Walking along the side of the highway, hopping the Jersey barriers to get to our car we drove on past more desolate towns, completely barren and left in rubble.
We wanted to stop, but needed to continue our journey to Colorado to get their before nightfall. Traveling on we made a few more stops. One at the overpriced Meteor Crater where we decided to turn around as the hefty price of $36.00 dissuaded us from entering.
The other stop took us to an abandoned structure off the highway right outside northern Arizona. We stopped to explore the decayed, roofless building. I crawled in through the windowless pane avoiding fresh animal dung left by a donkey or mule. An old wooden door creaked as we took a walk-through of the structure. The backside of the structure appeared under construction and after looking in the adjacent rooms I noticed a possible squatter living here due to shoes, and other trash left behind on the floors. “WATER IS LIFE” graffiti lined the outside wall in bright green capital letters and as we walked off towards our car I noticed a small, “No Trespassing” sign spray-painted across the front wall of the building.