In September 2010, our son Michael was home from Iraq and temporarily staying in Yuma, learning the ins and outs of sky patrolling blimps. These blimps patrol our borders, and our overseas bases. It was a short, temporary stint before he started a one-year private contractor position in Afghanistan. At the last minute, his location changed to a base near Sierra Vista. We didn't want to miss seeing him. We drove south from Phoenix, through Tuscan, to a part of Arizona we'd never been before, just so we could spend a few precious hours with our son. Michael suggested a visit to Tombstone and we agreed.
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| Michael and John outside a watering hole |
Tombstone is a wild, wild west town that sure looks like it could have been created by Disney. As soon as we arrived, a stagecoach pulled up and offered us a ride. We figured we could see the town better by foot and hoofed it instead.
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| One of several stagecoaches in Tombstone |
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| Horses actually tie-up to rails along the sidewalks |
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| All the sidewalks are wooden |
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| Michael and John in Tombstone |
We witnessed a gun fight, visited the courthouse, the cemetery, and a saloon where we enjoyed an adult beverage. There was even time for ice cream and a few souvenir shops. Tombstone is a great place for families and people who would like a trip back in time...to the days of Gunsmoke.
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| Downtown Tombstone |
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| Tombstone Courthouse |
But best of all, we treasured the time with Michael. He's grown into a fine young man who likes adventure even more than his mother and who tans darker than his dad!
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