We unhitched the trailer, hitched up our pants and drove our Taco(ma) to Tombstone, Arizona today for a rip-roarin’ time. Once home to 10,000 silver miners, 110 saloons, 14 gambling halls, as well as numerous dance halls and brothels, Tombstone attracts about 450,000 city slickers each year.
We were determined to fit in like locals from the town’s beginning in 1879. We paid homage to the dead at Boothill Cemetery and tapped our feet to some mighty fine tunes while downin’ some satisfying grub at Big Nose Kate’s Saloon. We also barely survived a gunfight show that was labeled comedy.
Funny place, that Tombstone is.
Afterward, we were tempted to catch the next stagecoach right on outta town. Instead, we saddled up the truck and headed back to our home on wheels for a most un-cowpoke meal of soup and salad. (I did have a coupla Sierra Nevadas first, though!)