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Lordsburg, NM
Jan. 29th, 2012 10:54 pmToday has been an interesting day. It has involved cowboys, hobo-fights and rattlesnakes! Oh my!
This morning, I left my hotel and headed south to Tombstone, the site of the famous Shootout at the OK Coral. Upon entering town, the first thing you come to is Boot Hill Cemetary which I thought was a lot more interesting than the reenactments in Tombstone. But then, I'm sort of wierd, so what do I know? Anywho, I wandered around Tombstone for a while, bought some souvenirs, and then headed further south to the little town of Busbee.
Busbee is a picturesque little town, its winding streets lined with Victorian buildings containing art galleries, souvenir shops and funky little cafes. If Tombstone has embraced the late 1800s then Busbee has latched hold of the Summer of Love. The town has a very retro feel, that is played up for laughs.
But there was nothing funny about the bare-knuckle brawl I saw while wandering its streets. Two hobos got into a fight. It wasn't staged; noses aren't meant to go squash like that. That didn't stop anyone from watching with morbid fascination as the two men pounded the hell out of each other, until the police showed up and hauled them both away.
After that little incident, I decided it was time to move on. So, back to I-10 I went and headed east. Despite the lateness of the hour, I stopped to check out 'The Thing' and grab a bite to eat at Dairy Queen. 'The Thing' was interesting, but I'm pretty sure it's a fake. Don't believe me? Pay your dollar and see it for yourself.
My next stop was at a rest stop. I really needed to pee, but when I opened my door, the biggest goddamn rattlesnake I have EVER seen slithered out from beneath my car. I'm not ashamed to admit that I squeeled like a little girl and slammed the door. And suddenly, I didn't need to use the rest room at all.
I kept on heading east and crossed the state line into New Mexico. Woohoo! Here, I'm holed up for the night in Lordsburg, where I think I'm either developing a stomach bug or a case of mild food poisoning from that Dairy Queen a few miles back.
Ah well. C'est la vie.
More later! - MEL
This morning, I left my hotel and headed south to Tombstone, the site of the famous Shootout at the OK Coral. Upon entering town, the first thing you come to is Boot Hill Cemetary which I thought was a lot more interesting than the reenactments in Tombstone. But then, I'm sort of wierd, so what do I know? Anywho, I wandered around Tombstone for a while, bought some souvenirs, and then headed further south to the little town of Busbee.
Busbee is a picturesque little town, its winding streets lined with Victorian buildings containing art galleries, souvenir shops and funky little cafes. If Tombstone has embraced the late 1800s then Busbee has latched hold of the Summer of Love. The town has a very retro feel, that is played up for laughs.
But there was nothing funny about the bare-knuckle brawl I saw while wandering its streets. Two hobos got into a fight. It wasn't staged; noses aren't meant to go squash like that. That didn't stop anyone from watching with morbid fascination as the two men pounded the hell out of each other, until the police showed up and hauled them both away.
After that little incident, I decided it was time to move on. So, back to I-10 I went and headed east. Despite the lateness of the hour, I stopped to check out 'The Thing' and grab a bite to eat at Dairy Queen. 'The Thing' was interesting, but I'm pretty sure it's a fake. Don't believe me? Pay your dollar and see it for yourself.
My next stop was at a rest stop. I really needed to pee, but when I opened my door, the biggest goddamn rattlesnake I have EVER seen slithered out from beneath my car. I'm not ashamed to admit that I squeeled like a little girl and slammed the door. And suddenly, I didn't need to use the rest room at all.
I kept on heading east and crossed the state line into New Mexico. Woohoo! Here, I'm holed up for the night in Lordsburg, where I think I'm either developing a stomach bug or a case of mild food poisoning from that Dairy Queen a few miles back.
Ah well. C'est la vie.
More later! - MEL
