A Trip to Tombstone, or "Where can it be this land called, 'Helldorado?' " (Look it up.)
Sorry, Harley has a "stupid phone," so nothing got posted.
Day 1- Long Gulch & Pistol Creek arrived at the Harley House and we departed at 7:00am.
We drove the wagon built by the Dodge Bros., and a supply wagon, pulled by hundreds of mules.
(Gasoline is horsepower, diesel is mule power.)
Along the way visited Toad Suck. Yeah, really. (Look it up.) Legend says that the best guess for the name is
that idle river men would suck the bottle in the taverns until they "swelled up like toads!" (Look it up.)
Stopped for the night in Alma, Arkansas. (Look it up.)
(Began to learn that a popular country theme restaurant uses clones.)
Day 2 - Saw, but did not eat at a restaurant where the theme is: "One thing at a time."
Arrived about lunch time at the World Famous, (Look it up,) BIG TEXAN STEAK RANCH, in Amarillo.
Was good, but we did not eat the 72 oz.'er.
The vistas in Oklahoma, Texas panhandle, and New Mexico were something to behold.
Down for the night in Moriarity, N. M. Jumping off point for End of Trail.
The hotel was the first place I ever stayed in with imaginary soap. It would lather, then disappear.
Day 3 - Left in a cloud of dust and later had breakfast in Grants, N.M. It was 41 degrees outside, (seriously,) but
colder inside due to something they called "air." No, really.
Over every rise here there is another impossible panorama.
Passed through East Gallup, Gallup, and West Gallup. Could have just been Full Gallup. ROFLOL (Look it up.)
Went through part of the petrified forest. Traversed Winslow , Arizona, where the is a statue on a corner
of a man called Glen Frey. (Look it up.) Never thought I would ever be there.
Passed but did not see the Barringer meteor crater. Said to be the best preserved in the world.
Approached Flagstaff , AZ. and to our surprise began to see hundreds of acres of ponderosa pines.
Very high, here, Mt. Humpheys, nearby is well more than 12,000 feet. (Look it up.)
Down through a gorge with the most fantastic cliffs and canyons you could ever imagine . No, really. No mere
words could ever describe. (Look it up.)
On to Sedona, AZ. where it is said that there is a great amount of spiritual energy. (I don't doubt it.)
Sedona has a least a dozen of something called roundabouts to control the wagon traffic. I hate 'em.
I wrote a poem:
Roundabouts that evil thing so insane
Need to go back from whence they came
In Europe they seem just fine
But in Arizona they're way out of line
Why, one town planned so many couldn't put 'em all there
The last one's in the middle of nowhere!
Round and round until you're dizzy, you see
A waste of time and money, it has to be!
You can't tell what the other fellow is doing
With square corners you just keep moving
Made it to Prescott Valley, AZ. and a four story hotel cut into a hillside.
The country restaurant has a new and different kind of clone.
A late evening thunderstorm, (that's right,) only one in America!
Lasted about an hour.
More later.....
Harley.
By the way, Long Gulch posted a wonderful dissertation, but it was lost in the ether, forever.