When I arrived at Silver City I stopped to gas up and a guy on the next island drove off with the hose still in his truck. Just like in the movies but for real! Then he went a little ballistic, I think maybe he was having a breakdown so I got the hell out of there before he went really nuts. After that I checked into my old standby Motel 6 where I'm finally getting caught up with this blog. Here's today's pics:
Oil blob below BB gave me a start this morning. I thought it was from my bud's Buick but later on discovered it was from the Bumblebee. Bugger all, if my ride's drizzling oil maybe I should carry a drip pan with me?
Ran down this overgrown single-track, found myself in a nasty sand trap and nearly didn't make it out. Full throttle was the only choice which made for one heck of a ride. Got lucky on that one, no shovel or tackle with me.
|This was the place where I had my little off-road adventure|
|Old buildings - what more can I say? Notice the white windows are painted boards? No?|
|No way was I going to hike that far.|
|On to Tombstone|
|Never got the Jewish connection when I visited before. Odd....|
|An amazing amount of dead folks here.|
|These guys got stuck where it wouldn't inconvenience the gentry|
|Oops...wouldn't that just tick you off?|
|Bisbee was the copper mining capitol of the world for years|
|Lavender pit operation...luverly, just luverly|
|We pause to check a map. We weren't lost. Nope.|
|Man I wuz hotter'n a popcorn, uh, well yeah, one of those.|
|Plaques. Can you read the inscription? No? Best have your eyes checked.|
|Geronimo gave it up not far from this memorial. Bet he liked that.|
|I'm turning into a tourist, stopping at every darn one of these markers.|
|I thought there was going to be something about a rodeo on this one. Duh...|
Now these people know about tourists, they've got snakes and everything. I mean live ones, hissy buggers that can kill you just by biting you. I know I'll have nightmares tonight, no doubt about it. And I paid good money to get in. Eww...
So there ya go boys and girls, I'm done in and ready to hit the hay. I would too but there's some idiotic big-footed moron stomping around in the room above me making enough noise to wake the dead. Maybe it's the yahoo from the gas station out on bail?
Forgot to record today's mileage but my fanny comfort meter tells me it may have been substantial. Life is good.