
Mountain Lion enclosure at the Two Guns Zoo
Tracing his finger along Route 66 on a Whiting Bros. roadmap he read the names aloud. Holbrook. Winslow. Meteor City, at least that one had potential. Two Guns! His 10 year old mind raced at the possibilities of what they would find there. Two Guns, the name alone evokes images of the wild west, of 2 men squaring off at noon for a gunfight, of cowboys and Indians. “Dad, can we stop at Two Guns? Can We? Can We? Huh? Huh?”
The stop at Meteor Crater Observatory was a gyp. Twenty Five cents to look through a telescope at the side of a crater that was 6 miles away, it looked like the side of any other hill. At least he got a cap gun and holster out of the deal and his younger brother got an Indian headdress and tomahawk. As Dad’s Buick headed west the anticipation for Two Guns began to build.

Route 66 over Diablo Canyon at Two Guns.
The location of Two Guns was known as an easy place to cross Diablo Canyon when wagons were the main method of transportation across the Northern Arizona Desert. When the National Old Trails Highway was created in 1914, it went right through the Two Guns property. It was called “Canyon Lodge” then but at about the same time that the Old Trails Highway was renamed to Route 66 Canyon Lodge became Two Guns.
With the increase in auto traffic on Route 66 Two Guns became the quintessential tourist trap. It had rock walled structures built by Hopi laborers, a zoo with mountain lions and reptiles, campground, curio shop, legends of Indian caves, and a wild west theme. How could it lose? It also had the modern amenities of a restaurant, lodging facilities, and gas station.

The animal pens at Two Guns’ zoo.
As Two Guns came into view his hopes grew with anticipation. They pulled into the parking lot in front of the motel and Dad got out, followed closely by his oldest son with 6 shooter firmly holstered. The man at the desk told him about all the things a 10 year old could do in Two Guns, each thing more exciting than the one before. Dad was reluctant to give up the few remaining hours of sunlight but the pleading to stay there was too much.
“What about Canyon Diablo to the north?” dad asked. “Nothing left there since the trading post burned down 20 or 30 years ago,” replied the man behind the desk. “This is about all you will find between here and Flagstaff,” he added.
Dad took the room key from the man behind the desk and began unloading the luggage from the car as older and younger brother rushed off to explore Two Guns. With six shooter and tomahawk in hand, their imaginations stretched beyond the rock walls and across the desert landscape.
With the advent of the Interstate, Two Guns’ days were numbered. Though it got its own exit when I-40 was built the decline could not be stopped. The zoo was closed prior to 1950 but reopened with reptiles a few years later. Most of the modern buildings were destroyed in an arson fire in 1970 putting the final nail in the coffin. Today there are number of rock structures still standing but all have lost their roofs and many of the walls have succumbed to the influence of gravity.
A number of attempts have been made to revive Two Guns but none have met with any success. For now the site sits abandoned, an empty shell of what it once was.

Interstate 40 traffic passes by the demolished gas pumps at Two Guns, Arizona
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