Bisbee, and heading out of Arizona.

Most of my visit to Bisbee this time was involved with eating massaged kale and drinking Americanos while holding leaves to the plate, hats to the head, and coffees to the cup. I took off my hat, threw in the kale, coffee, and muffin and put it back on. You can't fight Mother Nature. She had her blow on in southern Arizona yesterday, and there was nothing to do but hide.

But, last time I was in Bisbee - oh! what a day! So, go look at that day.

I saw a lot of these signs, and being a small subset of "everyone," I went on in.

There is a fiber shop here now. That means yarn.

Art School, I think.

I meant to have an occupied booth as the subject, but I was made and had to cheese it.

I took 80 into New Mexico. I took a chance on the Chiricahua Desert Museum's bathroom, and it paid off. I wasn't in the mood for a long stop, but another time I would pay the $8.50 and go into the museum.

I've been reading Blue Highways, by William Least Heat-Moon, and jumped at the chance to go through Hachita. It seems different. I drove down a couple of the streets for a weird feeling. I didn't take pictures there on accounta the weird feeling.

 

These are right on NM9.

I'm loving New Mexico state parks again. I'm gazing off into the lights of Palomas, Chihuahua. Or an airport - who can tell? The full moon is reading the blog over my shoulder. My electric blanket is toasting me up. Life is ... naw, better than that.

Why you should visit Bisbee, Arizona

If you're not into quirky charm, stay far from Bisbee, Arizona. If you don't like talking websites, stay far from that link I just gave you, and go here. [I prefer the first one, for what that's worth.]

I won't apologize for all these pictures. Sorry.

The Bisbee 1000 is a stair-climbing event held in October.

R: This is a great town! Too bad they don't have a hospital.
A: With all these stairs, you'd never need one, unless you fell down 'em.

St. Patrick's Church. Take a left at the miner.

The Queen Mine tour. They asked us to show up looking our best.

WARNING: there may be naughty words on this mural. I cannot be held responsible, and will issue no refunds.

For my son, Phil, who has friends who drink beer.

This is my idea of the perfect town. Sure, it has no Walmart. And then there are bad things. [RIM SHOT] If money and lung capacity were no object, I could see living here. My own Northern Exposure in the sun.

Oh, and Tombstone.

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