New Year’s Day in Tombstone
I walked the quiet, dusty streets of downtown Tombstone this morning, expecting to find half a dozen people passed out on the streets and wooden sidewalks scattered up and down Allen Street, but none were to be seen.
A few scattered drunks would've made a much better movie, which is what I was working on this morning, but it was not to be. The streets were clear, the sidewalks were empty, and the only sound was that of my footsteps on the boards of what passes for a sidewalk in Tombstone.
Now, don't think there wasn't a lot of celebrating going on last night. I could hear the loud music from the saloons and the raucous voices of the crowds celebrating this brand-new year of great hope until I fell asleep, and fall asleep I did. Trust me! If I can sleep in a Walmart parking lot, which I frequently do, a little New Year's celebration doesn’t keep me awake.
I think I will stay in Tombstone until this Thursday and then mosey the 30 or so miles down the road to Whitewater Draw and spend a few days with the Sandhill Cranes. I always enjoy boondocking near the lakes where the Cranes are staying for the winter, and I can walk down to the lakes anytime I feel like it and take pictures of the cranes. It's an experience I never seem to tire of.
Since there are only six or eight boondocking spots available at Whitewater Draw, it will be interesting to see if the place will be crowded because of the holiday or if hardly anyone will be there because of the holiday. For many folks, this holiday will last until after this upcoming weekend, even though, technically, it's over on January 2.
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This girl didn’t seem to realize that when I take someone’s picture they don’t smile, they usually throw rocks at me.
It was a busy day in Tombstone; three stagecoaches were running.
This is one of the Stagecoach drivers. One of the many things I like about Tombstone is that I’m not the only one in town who looks like a homeless bum. In fact, Tombstone makes me look almost normal.