Alanna, Sammy, and I just road-tripped from Southern California to Western Massachusetts. I posted a few photos along the way from my phone using the WordPress mobile app to my Where’s Ryan? blog. And I took just over a thousand pictures on my camera, which I’ve been going through since… I have the first batch ready here.
In total, we cleared about 3,600 miles by car over the course of 10 days. We tried to take our time, explore new places a bit, and limit our driving to 5-6 hours per day. There were times when it got a bit exhausting, but the trip was incredible, and I’m glad we did it.
Alanna’s folks joined us for the first leg, so we could all visit some family in New Mexico. From Southern California, we hit the 10 East and set out for Tucson, AZ. Tucson was… hot. We got in around dinner time, so we grabbed a quick bite, polished off a couple margaritas while listening to a jazz trio in the hotel bar, and tried to get some sleep.
The next morning, we hit the road for Tombstone. The drive took us off the 10 East, and soon we were winding south through the desert, closer to the Mexico border. Soon enough, we arrived in Tombstone.
The town itself has been redone and is a bit touristy. Alanna said they seem to have cleaned it up quite a bit since she’d last been years ago. They have daily reenactments of the gunfight at the O.K. Corral, and throughout the town, there are plaques noting historical places. The gist of each plaque is, everyone shot everyone and everyone died.
We walked up one side of the street, and copped an ice cream for Sammy, who was noticeably hot. That’s saying something when your Chihuahua overheats… After that, we popped into the Bird Cage Theater. The theater has been open since 1881, and legend has it, 26 people were killed inside its walls.
The hostess told us some of the history about the theater. The Bird Cage played host to the longest running poker game in history – which ran 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year for 8 years, 5 months and 3 days. She pointed out that the bar we were standing against was the original bar, complete with bullets still lodged in the wood.
In its heyday, Tombstone was about 13 blocks long, and had over 100 bars and saloons. As I complained about the heat and got into my air-conditioned car, I couldn’t help but wonder how the original settlers survived in the desert without modern conveniences, like ice cold margaritas.
Up next, New Mexico…