Showing posts with label Tombstone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tombstone. Show all posts

Friday, April 6, 2012

Fitty Cent

I know I have said it a million times, but I can't believe how cheap food is down here. And a guy from Tennessee ( with the BEST Tunnsea accent) said prices have gone up noticeably for groceries in the past year. Wild!

Case in point: At a local little grocery store in Roswell, not one , but TWO different brands of BBQ sauce, 2 for a buck! That is 50 cents each, for those of you who can't do the math. Sick!

We left Roswell and drove through Las Cruces, NM, over to Benson, AZ, on Wednesday.  We had to delay our trip by two days due to high winds and snow in New Mexico.  Sheesh!

Anyway, back in the land of the giants in Benson, where it seems most people are around 6 feet tall or better.  We drove to Tombstone yesterday and poked around there for a bit.  Lots more people than last winter, I guess since it's Easter weekend.  Then we drove south 20 miles to Douglas, which has a crossing over to Mexico.  We saw the big wall stretching parallel to the highway for the 20 miles, but didn't have any urge to go into Mexico.
Above:  Yes, 50 cents each.
Above/Below:  Pistachio Nut Farm in Tularosa, New Mexico, on the way to Las Cruces.  They have a huge store that sells all different flavours.  We got the lemon/lime, garlic chili, and a couple bags of delectible pistachio brittle!

Above: Billions of buttercups blooming in the desert between Lordsburg, NM, and Benson, AZ
Above: Douglas, Arizona, a bordertown to Agua Prieta, Mexico

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Dog Day Afternoon in Tombstone

We went on a road trip with the big Russian the other day. He was quite the hit with the teamsters and actors in Tombstone (and the handful of tourists who were wandering around).

Here are some pix of him out and about:
Above/Below:  This was his favourite thing, a statue of Wyatt Earp. 
He was fascinated by it!



Above:  He thought the wooden Indian also had possibilities ...
Above, Doc Holliday in a big hurry

Above:  In front of the Oriental Saloon

Above:  Back to gazing fondly at Wyatt

Above: In front of the Bird Cage, the most original building left in Tombstone

Above:  Meanwhile, back at the wooden Indian ...

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Tombstone, Arizona



We went to Tombstone yesterday, which is about 40 miles north of the Mexican border in Cochise County.  There was a US Border Patrol checkpoint at a crossroads on Highway 80, about 5 miles north of Tombstone.  It is a kiosk in the middle of the road, with pylons on each side of the highway narrowing the road down to the point where you stop before you pass by the kiosk.  On the side of the road there is a parking lot on top of a coulee in the dirt, and it had about two dozen SUVs, pickups, and other vehicles parked there, all white with the green border patrol logo and lettering on them.  Right beside where we stopped at the kiosk, there was an Hispanic guard standing by his SUV, fully armed, and I could catch a glimpse of the German Shepherd in the back seat.  The vehicle had a plastic grill for a side window in the back seat for the dog, and it had a big convection fan mounted in it, so the dog could have some air.  It’s only about 14 degrees here right now in the daytime, so I guess it saves on air conditioning. 

The young flak-jacketed guard at the kiosk asked if we were Canadian citizens, then asked if we had our passports with us.  Upon the affirmative answer, he asked if he could see them.  I got them out, but as soon as he saw them in my hand, he said that was fine, and he was glad to see we were carrying them with us.  He then waved us through.  I found out later that this small checkpoint has 500 personnel stationed there.  

I talked to some people from Chilliwack who pulled in beside us tonight, and they actually drove their big bus down past Tombstone today and into Agua Prieta, Mexico.  They advised me not to go because all the stores are closed and the streets deserted because no one is going across due to the narcotraficante violence that is affecting the entire US-Mexico border areas.  I feel for the average Mexican citizen, as this is hurting them financially and emotionally, and is going to have even worse impact as time goes on.
 
Tombstone itself is a city where people live and work, so there are modern-day vehicles parked and driving all around Tombstone, except for a few blocks in the main historic part.  All the buildings have been rebuilt and restored, most with inappropriate alterations and not to original specifications of the period.  The old town actually burnt down at least twice in the late 1800s, so it’s understandable but a little disappointing as it felt a little Hollywood.  

  Above:  Huge original painting of Fatima, one of the dancers who performed here at the Bird Cage.  There are at least two bullet holes and a knife slash in it, courtesy of patrons of that era.

There are only a couple of original buildings left there, one of which is the Bird Cage Theatre.  You can go into the front area, and then pay to see the rest, which we did.  We thought it was the best of the buildings in Tombstone, with many original artifacts there, including the original horse-drawn hearse that took the famous OK Corral victims to Boot Hill.  The building is in its original state and has held up very well over the years.


We also paid to watch a reenactment of the shootout at the OK Corral, which was in the form of an outdoor play and gave a background of the events leading up to the shootings, culminating in the actual shooting.  Some of the actors bore striking resemblances to the actual people, as we later saw from old photos in the Bird Cage. 

Above:  Bullet holes, large calibre, in the stage at the Bird Cage

There are also signs at the doorways of most buildings requiring that firearms be checked at the front before going in.  This may sound like part of the historic feature of Tombstone, but is actually for real-day patrons as it is legal to carry firearms in this state.  Apparently there are no permits required to buy anything other than a handgun, and there are no registrations required for anything except concealed weapons.  Carrying a firearm in a holster that is partly visible is not considered concealed, nor is it concealed to have them in luggage, vehicle, or house.

Above:  Some of the private boxes to the left of the stage at The Bird Cage Theatre

This state was pretty wild in the late 1800s, to the point where the federal government considered sending in the army and enacting martial law to settle it down.  In1882, the New York Times reported that "the Bird Cage Theatre is the wildest, wickedest night spot between Basin Street and the Barbary Coast."  Tombstone then had a law that people entering town had to turn in their firearms and pick them up when they left, which was part of the reason for the confrontation at the OK Corral.