Tombstone Ride
We just returned from a nostalgic ride into Tombstone from Fairbanks, a nearby ghosttown. At least I think it was a ghost town, I didn't see anything there but a sign that read, "historic townsite". Pics in somewhat chronological order here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/garrettsphotos/sets/1735264/
It was a beautiful day for a ride, mid 70s and sunny, with a tad of intermittent overcast. It required 4 hours for the 10-11 of us to travel through the desert, past old mining districts, and over the hills into Tombstone. Several things made this ride special. You can ride right into town and tie up in front of any establishment. Cars are kept off the main street (Allen street coincidentally), but not horses, mules or wagons. We let our mounts get used to the stagecoaches that rode by behind them, and the gunfights down the street. No problems.
Since we had all dressed authentico, the tourists that gathered didn't know if we were part of the town entertainment. We assured them we were locals just in for a drink and some food. Lots of fun watching all the pictures being taken and requests to pet the animals.
Before I could go into Big Nosed Kates for beer and pizza (OK, this may not be the original fare), I had to check my gun in at the store next door. I just hung it on a peg with several others.
After lunch, Bill and Sarah and I rode up and down the streets looking at the shops and shoppers while the others stayed in pedestrian mode with their horses hitched. It was quite a trip back in time.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/garrettsphotos/sets/1735264/
It was a beautiful day for a ride, mid 70s and sunny, with a tad of intermittent overcast. It required 4 hours for the 10-11 of us to travel through the desert, past old mining districts, and over the hills into Tombstone. Several things made this ride special. You can ride right into town and tie up in front of any establishment. Cars are kept off the main street (Allen street coincidentally), but not horses, mules or wagons. We let our mounts get used to the stagecoaches that rode by behind them, and the gunfights down the street. No problems.
Since we had all dressed authentico, the tourists that gathered didn't know if we were part of the town entertainment. We assured them we were locals just in for a drink and some food. Lots of fun watching all the pictures being taken and requests to pet the animals.
Before I could go into Big Nosed Kates for beer and pizza (OK, this may not be the original fare), I had to check my gun in at the store next door. I just hung it on a peg with several others.
After lunch, Bill and Sarah and I rode up and down the streets looking at the shops and shoppers while the others stayed in pedestrian mode with their horses hitched. It was quite a trip back in time.
posted by Garrett | 5:54 PM
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