Ok you yellow belly, Tombstone is one giant tourist trap, but oh, what fun! This is a small theater troup, 4 guys. They reenact several famous (ok, famous in Tombstone) gunfights and after paying a fee for the privelage of watching, you are asked to tip the guys! This is not where they relive the shootout at the ok corral, that's another place and another fee!
That's me holding a real 6 shooter!
Anyone for a hangin?
Cowboy Dave
Wyatt Earp of course!
Doc Holliday, just before the shootout
Bad guys on the right
Ok, here's the shootout at the ok corral. October 26, 1881. The lawmen: Wyatt Earp, age 33, unhurt in Gunfight. died of old age in 1929. Doc Holliday, age 30. Hip grazed by bullet. died of TB in 1887. Virgil Earp, age 38. Leg wound. Ambushed Dec 28, 1881. Died of pneumonia in 1905. Morgan Earp, age 30. Shot through upper body. Murdered March 18, 1882
The Cowboys: Frank McLaury, age 33, killed in gunfight. Tom Mclaury, 28, killed in gunfight. Billy Clanton, age 19, killed in gunfight. Ike Clanton, 34. Ran at start of gunfight. Killed by Detective Brighton in 1887.
It is now just after 2, can you see the start of the rain? We are now 4 for 4 days with rain on and off. At this particular point, we are sitting on metal bleachers!
This is in town. This is the history of Tombstone. A man came out to prospect. Further south and west of Tomstone, he went to a fort manned by the Army. He told them he wanted to prospect in the area where Tombstone now stands and they told him that all he would find up there was his tombstone cause of the Indians. The Apache lived up in the area, Cochise and Geronimo. He went anyway, lived to tell about it. He found an 8 inch wide, 12 foot long vein full of silver. When he filed his claim, he named it Tombstone. Word spread and as expected, people flooded the area. For many years, the town was called Turkey Creek or something like that. The name was officially changed to Tombstone in the early 1900s. At one point, there were 106 bars on the main street. All over the tourist street, there are characters "acting" their parts, trying to get you to follow them to their act, where there of course is a charge to get in. There still is a few very nice bar/restaurants on the street and Dave and I had ourselves a few to many beers and weren't fixing to leave so we stayed another night in Tombstone!
Tuesday led us on a journey to this place. We left Tombstone, heading south and east. We traveled over a 100 miles following the directions we got from the man in Tombstone that sold me my cowgirl boots. After a 4 mile drive down a rutty dusty dirt road, we stopped at the ranch of Jerry Sanders. He came out to the gate wearing his cowboy hat. He said he was 74 yrs old and was the 4th generation Sanders to live on this ranch. He currently lived alone, has 2 cats and 3 peacocks, down from 10. He has recently come eye to eye with a "lion" as he called it, a mountain lion to us Easterners. He has black bear, bobcats, fox, eagles, hawks and all kinds of wildlife all around. He lives on the edge of the Chiracahua Mt range and this past May, there was a wildfire up there that came all the way down to his property before being put out. It burned many acres and the wildlife has had to come down to find food. What you are looking at is the path to the grave of Johnny Ringo. He's the outlaw in the movie that Doc Holliday supposedly shot and killed. Remember, Wyatt Earp was supposed to go to a showdown with Ringo and Doc, who had been layed up inside a rancher's house with his TB acting up went instead and shot Ringo dead. Well, according to Mr. Sanders, that never happened. Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp were already in Colorado.
Mr. Sanders told us that he gets about 2,000 visitors a year to his place, he said mostly Europeans, they just love the Western cowboy and Indian stuff.
The road to Mr. Sanders' ranch
This is hard to read, but in a nutshell, it says that John Ringo as found propped up against a tree with a bullet to the temple. It was declared a suicide, but later changed to a murder. Mr. Sanders said that because it was July and he had been dead 2 or 3 days, they just buried him there.
We stopped here, expecting to see the monument, but the same fire went through this park and they lost the guard rail up in the mountains and we couldn't go up.
A black and white picture of a burned tree. By the way, before going to the ranger station, we both saw a pile of poop. It was saucer plate large, just a plop and full of seeds. I told Dave that my guess was bear, he dissagreed but didn't have a guess. Yep, it was bear poop. So bears do sh*%^&t in the woods. The ranger said it was bear and that there was a sow with at least one cub. They along with a few mountain lions have moved down from the burned out mountains. Well, tomorrow morning (Wednesday) we are on the move to San Antonio and the Alamo! Tonight's stop is El Paso and again, we had rain. Take care everyone, miss you all, Linda
Ok you yellow belly, Tombstone is one giant tourist trap, but oh, what fun! This is a small theater troup, 4 guys. They reenact several famous (ok, famous in Tombstone) gunfights and after paying a fee for the privelage of watching, you are asked to tip the guys! This is not where they relive the shootout at the ok corral, that's another place and another fee!
That's me holding a real 6 shooter!
Anyone for a hangin?
Cowboy Dave
Wyatt Earp of course!
Doc Holliday, just before the shootout
Bad guys on the right
Ok, here's the shootout at the ok corral. October 26, 1881. The lawmen: Wyatt Earp, age 33, unhurt in Gunfight. died of old age in 1929. Doc Holliday, age 30. Hip grazed by bullet. died of TB in 1887. Virgil Earp, age 38. Leg wound. Ambushed Dec 28, 1881. Died of pneumonia in 1905. Morgan Earp, age 30. Shot through upper body. Murdered March 18, 1882
The Cowboys: Frank McLaury, age 33, killed in gunfight. Tom Mclaury, 28, killed in gunfight. Billy Clanton, age 19, killed in gunfight. Ike Clanton, 34. Ran at start of gunfight. Killed by Detective Brighton in 1887.
It is now just after 2, can you see the start of the rain? We are now 4 for 4 days with rain on and off. At this particular point, we are sitting on metal bleachers!
This is in town. This is the history of Tombstone. A man came out to prospect. Further south and west of Tomstone, he went to a fort manned by the Army. He told them he wanted to prospect in the area where Tombstone now stands and they told him that all he would find up there was his tombstone cause of the Indians. The Apache lived up in the area, Cochise and Geronimo. He went anyway, lived to tell about it. He found an 8 inch wide, 12 foot long vein full of silver. When he filed his claim, he named it Tombstone. Word spread and as expected, people flooded the area. For many years, the town was called Turkey Creek or something like that. The name was officially changed to Tombstone in the early 1900s. At one point, there were 106 bars on the main street. All over the tourist street, there are characters "acting" their parts, trying to get you to follow them to their act, where there of course is a charge to get in. There still is a few very nice bar/restaurants on the street and Dave and I had ourselves a few to many beers and weren't fixing to leave so we stayed another night in Tombstone!
Tuesday led us on a journey to this place. We left Tombstone, heading south and east. We traveled over a 100 miles following the directions we got from the man in Tombstone that sold me my cowgirl boots. After a 4 mile drive down a rutty dusty dirt road, we stopped at the ranch of Jerry Sanders. He came out to the gate wearing his cowboy hat. He said he was 74 yrs old and was the 4th generation Sanders to live on this ranch. He currently lived alone, has 2 cats and 3 peacocks, down from 10. He has recently come eye to eye with a "lion" as he called it, a mountain lion to us Easterners. He has black bear, bobcats, fox, eagles, hawks and all kinds of wildlife all around. He lives on the edge of the Chiracahua Mt range and this past May, there was a wildfire up there that came all the way down to his property before being put out. It burned many acres and the wildlife has had to come down to find food. What you are looking at is the path to the grave of Johnny Ringo. He's the outlaw in the movie that Doc Holliday supposedly shot and killed. Remember, Wyatt Earp was supposed to go to a showdown with Ringo and Doc, who had been layed up inside a rancher's house with his TB acting up went instead and shot Ringo dead. Well, according to Mr. Sanders, that never happened. Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp were already in Colorado.
Mr. Sanders told us that he gets about 2,000 visitors a year to his place, he said mostly Europeans, they just love the Western cowboy and Indian stuff.
The road to Mr. Sanders' ranch
This is hard to read, but in a nutshell, it says that John Ringo as found propped up against a tree with a bullet to the temple. It was declared a suicide, but later changed to a murder. Mr. Sanders said that because it was July and he had been dead 2 or 3 days, they just buried him there.
We stopped here, expecting to see the monument, but the same fire went through this park and they lost the guard rail up in the mountains and we couldn't go up.
A black and white picture of a burned tree. By the way, before going to the ranger station, we both saw a pile of poop. It was saucer plate large, just a plop and full of seeds. I told Dave that my guess was bear, he dissagreed but didn't have a guess. Yep, it was bear poop. So bears do sh*%^&t in the woods. The ranger said it was bear and that there was a sow with at least one cub. They along with a few mountain lions have moved down from the burned out mountains. Well, tomorrow morning (Wednesday) we are on the move to San Antonio and the Alamo! Tonight's stop is El Paso and again, we had rain. Take care everyone, miss you all, Linda
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