Back when Arizona was a territory and vigilantes ruled the dirt streets, John W. Weatherford rode into these parts by horse and buggy with a grand vision for the West. On the very first day of the new century, Weatherford threw open the doors of his grand hotel — doors that would welcome presidents and gunslingers alike to a civilized oasis in the wild, dusty West. Since then, this fabulous building has housed Flagstaff’s first telephone...READ MORE>