Prattle & Jaw

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Lordsburg to Tombstone

Today was a mixed bag.

Woke up after falling asleep in front of the TV. Slept around 9 hours. Had no idea I was so tired. It was a good rest.

Quick shower and I’m off to breakfast only to find it’s grey and rainy. Oh well. There go my plans of lounging by the pool for a couple of hours. I have a small breakfast (small bowl of cereal) as I’ll be off to Portal Café later and can fill up with some good grub them. After my incredibly restrained breakfast I have a Skype then hit the road.

I’m a bit down. I’m sad the trip is coming to an end, and somehow the weather just makes it worse. I don’t even mind the rain so much, it’s just so grey. Never mind. I’ll visit two ghost towns, then the café, and then head on to Tombstone – it’s all good.

I’m not sure how to get to the first ghost town, but I suddenly come across signs and soon I’m on dirt roads and on track. I pull up in a deserted parking lot only to find a sign on the gates telling me it’s closed. Huh.

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That’s a shame. I’m looking forward to seeing Steins even more though as it’s one I had already visited back in 1999, when we came across it by pure chance. It’ll be fun to see it again. So back on the road for a 15 minute drive. I turn off and see a sign. I round the corner and boom – it’s closed. Big locks on the gates (weren't any gates last time) and a ‘beware of the dog’ sign. That’s a bit of a kick in the face. I drive around a bit and then head off. Not much else to do. This means I’m hours ahead of my schedule. Oh well.

As I head towards Portal the rain clears up and there’s blue sky in the distance, but it doesn’t lift my mood much.

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Once again there are grasshoppers all over the road. Hundreds of them.  Different ones this time, but just as - if not more - messy. 

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I’m literally just thinking about the tarantula I saw and wondering if I just made it up when I spot another one! I slow down as again, it’s just me in America, and pull over. I take a photo but quickly as (of course) there’s a truck coming. I get out of the middle of the road and see him fly over it. I walk back to find it all curled up and very much dead. Well, still twitching. Poor thing. Still, I got my photo. I’m pretty pleased. I see a few more softly walking across the road and do my best to avoid them.

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Minutes later, I see a rock in the road. But it’s moving. It’s a turtle! My God! The wildlife adventures I’m having. Again, I pull over, and rescue it like I should have done the tarantula. It hides in its shell and I look at the little face, legs and tail all curled up. It’s cute (seeing the photo now I realise I have my hand in focus and not him. Sorry). I plonk it down on the side of the road it was facing and hope it just wasn’t turning around to wave goodbye.

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Hello

I feel that my ghost town failures have been replaced by nature adventures. I am pleased. On to Portal.

A little while later I see a woman rescuing another turtle from the road. I want to stop and tell her about my turtle but I don’t.

After a short drive towards the mountains, I see signs for Portal. I pull over and look forward to a good second breakfast. The first thing I see as I walk in the door is a sign hanging from a chair in the doorway of the café saying ‘closed’. What the… The woman lets me use the toilet and I buy a Pay Day (Snickers without chocolate, as far as I can tell). I’m back to being a little grumpy.

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I’ll be very early in to Tombstone. It’s OK, but there’s not that much to do in the town and I have two nights planned. I thought I’d only really have tomorrow.

I get back in the car and head back on the road.

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An hour and a bit later I pass through Bisbee and wind up in Tombstone. I check in –my room is ready early – and the extremely friendly owner and I talk about the grasshoppers. Apparently they’re not that normal. They’ve only had them this year and last. Odd. They’re a monsoon thing. She gives me a map of the town and says I’ll have to let her know how much its changed since ’99.

I walk around. It’s horrifically naff but also very cool. Take away the tourists, the plastic, the kitsch, and the neon; you’d be in Tombstone of 1877. It was a silver mining town, and is of course famous for the gunfight at the OK Corral. By the 1950s, Tombstone was a ghost town until the decision was taken to restore it. I’m sure Hollywood helped.

There are a lot of people walking around in cowboy costumes, who have random shootouts on the streets, and the gunfight is re-enacted every day at the OK Corral. As I said, it’s naff, but good fun.

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I go to the Birdcage Theatre, where ‘soiled doves’ (ladies of the night – you know) would entertain men, and performances were held. There are bullet holes all over from drunken cowboys and fights and many of the items are in their original places. It’s pretty damn cool.

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Those pesky kids

Last time I was in Tombstone, we drank a lot and hung out with the locals. I’ve no idea how long we spent here. One night, after copious amounts of beer and Wild Turkey at Big Nose Kate’s Saloon, I had to go home early due to intoxication. I was dropped off and fell off the back of the truck (literally). The next thing I know, it’s morning and Annabel tells me how she and our new friends went out of town and shot Magnums. I was very, very jealous. Bloody alcohol.

I head to Big Nose Kate’s, which looks very different from last time, and I walk up and down the streets. I take a little tour around during which we’re told about where people like Doc Holliday and the Earp brothers lived and drank. I visit the courthouse and the gallows, and head to the museum only to find it’s closed due to ‘slow times’. I realise that half the properties are either for sale or for rent. There are hardly any people here. I hope it’s because it’s a Tuesday and school has started again.

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She loves her catWant

I buy a Sarsaparilla and sit under a tree in the park. The sun has come out and it’s really quite cosy. I head back to the motel and can’t help but notice a bazooka in the window of a shop. I stop and look. Apparently you can rent guns and go shoot stuff. I go in.

Two big guys in there chat to me about England and Scotland while I look at grenade launchers, Tommy guns, automatics, semi-automatics and all kinds of very real guns. It’s weird to see them just sitting there. The guys are nice but I can’t help but think how odd it all is. I’ve passed a lot of guns and ammo shops, and seen a good number of cars with pro-guns slogans pasted on them. It’s just a bit strange for a Brit to see.

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I make my excuses and head back to the motel to get some washing sorted, then realise it’s actually only 4 and not 5. Damn time zones. I’ve no idea.

I go for another wander then end up back in Big Nose Kate’s for a pint. For dinner at the Crystal Palace I have ribs. Outside there is a great sunset but I didn’t bring my camera and my phone camera is wonky.

After I’ve eaten half a cow I sit outside for a bit. It’s very, very quiet.

I go back to my room and put on a shirt – no shirt, no service (actually it’s just chilly) – and go back to Big Nose Kate’s. The place is all but deserted. There are 6 OAPs sitting around a table and a couple of guys at the bar, separate. I join them. There is a band. An absolutely awesome band. The youngest member must be pushing 65. Sax, piano, slide guitar, guitar, electric organ thing, and a couple of others. I order a big Grand Canyon IPA and regret it because it’s huge. It’s not a pint, that’s for sure. But I accept the challenge and sip it slowly while the band plays covers of Johnny Cash, Elvis, Carl Perkins and others. It’s wonderfully lazy and slow. I head out side and look up at the clear sky. There are stars everywhere. I didn’t bring my camera and knew I’d regret it, but I’m here tomorrow too. I’m the only person on the street and as I look down, it’s not so hard to think of the old days. The electric lights are gone, the people gone and the noise gone – bar the old time country coming from Kate’s. I lean on the horse-tying-up-bar (I’m pretty sure there’s a more accurate term) and imagine the Wild West. I hear footsteps coming from further down, and a lone woman dressed in denim, boots, and a cowboy hat passes me with a little ‘howdy’ as she heads out into the dark. I’m happy. I head back in to finish my gigantic beer and look around at the rather loud but well meaning paraphernalia from the good old days. It’s a good place.

I leave, but wish I could have stayed with a friend or two.

I’ve always wished I could do this trip with Annabel again, and I’m confident we will. I always wanted to do this trip, but honestly never thought I would, and yet, here I am. I’m so, so, so happy to have done it and to be here. And I’ve still got a couple of days. Annabel tells me via Facebook that she’s jealous, and I can imagine how she feels – I’d be sick to the stomach if she were here and I was home – but I tell her we’ll do it together again, and I mean it.

I’m looking forward to the next couple of days, but I’m also looking forward to getting home and finding out what I’m going to do for work. I’ve thought about it quite a lot over the past few days and an idea is brewing, an idea I’ve had for a couple of years. We’ll see how it pans out.

Until then, I’ll enjoy the west. Tomorrow I will head to Bisbee and then Boothill Cemetery to look at graves and stuff.  

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