I should be somewhere else, but I’m not; nonetheless, I’m always where I want to be, even if it’s where I am.
Well, my plans didn't work out, surprise, surprise. When I woke up this morning and checked the weather forecast, the winds had gotten stronger and weren't as much of a tailwind as I had hoped. And if that wasn't enough, it was raining. So I promptly reassessed my situation, recalculated the variables, accentuated the positives, eliminated the negatives, and decided to have a cup of coffee and think about the whole situation for a while.
Since coffee is a stimulant, it stimulated my brain into seriously thinking about what I should do next. Whenever I'm faced with a situation like this, I have always found it best to stick with what comes naturally, which for me is to meditate, concentrate, and procrastinate.
The procrastination part of that triad quickly took over and demanded that I postpone this whole travel idea until next Monday. Since I always listen to the procrastination part of my brain, I found it a wise choice. After all, what better way to solve a problem than to put it off until it no longer matters? Time not only heals all wounds, it also solves most problems.
So I figure by Monday morning, the weather will be beautiful, my concerns about breaking down on a weekend when it's hard to find a tow truck will be eliminated, and all of the weekend campers will be at home or work. This will increase my chances of finding a first-come, first-served campsite to the point of being a nonissue.
The only downside is that spending two more nights in Tombstone will cost me another 20 bucks, but that's okay. I feel that 10 bucks a night to boondock in a place that's a five-minute walk to Tombstone's historic main street is more than worth it.
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Instead of showing my usual pictures of downtown Tombstone, I decided to do something different since I’m sure that my often-seen Main Street pictures are getting pretty boring. Hence, and how often do I get the chance to use the word "hence?" These are mostly pictures of people’s houses, some historic, some not so much, not actually rich, and not so famous.
This picture is not a house; it’s the stately and very historic Tombstone Courthouse, now a museum. I liked this picture because it looked like the clouds behind the building were exploding.
The flowers are in bloom in Tombstone.
This is an exceedingly rare Desert Pelican. You may notice that the Desert Pelican doesn't have the exceptionally large bill that the more common saltwater pelicans have, and this is because saltwater pelicans have to be able to scoop up rather large fish in their huge bill. But since there are no fish in the desert, only the elusive Sand sharks, these desert pelicans have lost that pronounced bill and feast only on the Three-legged Sonoran Dung Beetles, which walk in small circles their whole lives, making them easy prey for these Desert Pelicans.
This was once the home of one of my favorite Western heroes, Texas John Slaughter. You could easily make an adventure movie of this guy’s life. Unlike most Western heroes, Texas John spent a lot of his life in law enforcement, so most of what he did is in official court records.
Here’s a brief story of his life
China Mary’s home. China Mary was a famous Tombstone lady and is buried at Boot Hill in Tombstone.
Here’s a little bit of her life….