The Travel Bags spent a cold couple of nights in Tombstone, Arizona. Yes, that Tombstone. The one with this street made famous by the Earp brothers.
It was so cold while we were there, that there was a huge blizzard warning. (Yes, Arizona!) I think our favorite part of the experience was listening to the people from Alaska complain about the weather in Arizona. Chuckle.
Here’s the family trying to not look cold. Epic fail, Marissa.
Anyone not in this picture was yelling, “Come ON! We’re COLD! Let’s GO!”
And Marissa’s saying, “I knew I should have worn my jeans.”
Boothill was even colder. We raced through the graveyard to get out of Dodge, er, Tombstone, just as the blizzard started. Plus we wanted to make sure we weren’t there long enough for our kids to break any of these rules:
A little graveyard humor:
Recognize these names from the OK Corral?
It was a different world in our wild west in the 1880s.
Questions from your kids you never expect to have to answer: “What’s the difference between being lynched and being hanged?” and “Why is it hanged and not hung?”
Interesting place to visit, but we wouldn’t want to “live” there.
Well, now, that was morbid.
Annnnnd…we’re outta here, running fast in front of a blizzard that nipped at our heels all the way out of the state.