Vacation Day 4

Today we are heading back down to Cochise County again to visit Tombstone and Bisbee.
20140621-205525-75325919.jpgThe Wee Little Miss and my dad, ready to hit the road.

Our first Tombstone stop was Boot Hill Cemetery. It’s a neat place worth stopping at! A TON of history there.

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The first grave we saw had an interesting personal twist, as so many things in Cochise County do for our family. You see, the gentleman who’d been killed was shot by Jeff Milton — a man my grandfather actually knew!
20140621-210253-75773462.jpgJeff Milton was the United States’ very first Border Patrol agent.

A few other interesting headstones (even though they were all interesting, it’s hardly practical to share a photo of every single one in there!):
20140621-210645-76005392.jpgGeorge Johnson really was mistakenly hanged!

One of the things my father mentioned to me is that awhile ago, the cemetery was actually privately owned and had a lot of cheesy (and untrue) signs and headstones up. He was so irritated by the historical inaccuracies that he had pretty much decided not to go back.
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The Book Worm displays the regulations for entering the cemetery.

The good news is that it is now run by the city, and they have ensured that all information in the cemetery is historically accurate. That was a pleasant surprise to us all!
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I photographed this one because “natural causes” is clearly the most unusual way to die in those days of shootings, Indian battles, and gambling!

John Heath was a fellow who robbed a store in the neighboring town of Bisbee and was lynched by a mob who were convinced that he would not receive a fair trial and thought it best to take matters into their own hands.
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John Heath’s headstone.

Interestingly, according to the museum located in the courthouse, the coroner had a very “poetic” way of describing that lynching was how Heath had died:
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The coroner’s report regarding Heath’s lynching, which took place on a telegraph pole in Tombstone.

Emphysema of the lungs caused by strangulation?
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Photo of Mr. Heath and his “emphysema”.

Tombstone has so much to see. If you ever go, be sure to check out the old courthouse building.
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The Courthouse Museum, today.
The courthouse is now a museum, which we really enjoyed. There are lots of really neat displays about the Tombstone area as well as the shootout at the OK Corral.

20140621-220046-79246221.jpgThe courthouse, 1901.

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A panorama of the sheriff’s office in the museum.

The Book Worm seems to have gotten himself into some trouble…
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Perhaps he took his gun into the cemetery?

We then went to the OK Corral, which was cheesy as heck and didn’t have things set up to accurately depict the shootout — but it was fun, nonetheless.

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Silly looking eyeless robots which inaccurately depict the shootout. They were entertaining, though!

There were also weird dummies throughout…
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Maybe he was waiting for rain to fill his bathtub?
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They went from being weird and eyeless to being weird with creepy eyes!

We went to see the Crystal Palace where my dad had some neat adventures back when he was a deputy.
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We got to see Wyatt Earp’s house, too.

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Then, we were off to our old stomping grounds: Bisbee.

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Heading off into the Mule Mountains toward Bisbee.

Bisbee is an old copper mining town. Once all of the miners packed up and left when the mine closed up, a lot of arty shops moved in. It’s a neat little town. I’ve missed it.

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A panoramic view from the Copper Queen Motel’s balcony.
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Being a town that is awkwardly built in the midst of a lot of hills, there are a lot of cement stairways that lead to homes and other buildings.

According to my dad, it’s been joked that girls from Bisbee always have the nicest looking legs because of having to climb all of those many steps…

20140621-230549-83149515.jpgCan you even imagine having to move your furniture into a home this way?

We then took a tour of the Queen Mine, which was great.
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The Wee Little Miss in her mining garb.
20140621-230804-83284343.jpgThe Book Worm also in his mining garb.

20140621-230847-83327503.jpgThe Hubbster, looking quite yellow in his mining duds.

The Queen Mine was a welcome relief so far as temperature goes — it remains at a constant 47 degrees in there.
20140621-231112-83472312.jpgGetting ready to ride the train in!

As with so many things, another oddball connection happened when we went on the mine tour: I learned that our tour guide is the son of a good family friend, who I had not seen since I was in elementary school!
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A selfie with our tour guide and long lost acquaintance.

The Wee Little Miss particularly enjoyed the tour because she is all about anything that has to do with rocks.
20140621-231524-83724363.jpgMe and the Wee Little Miss, riding the train into the mine.

Having completed our tour, we came back out of the hole safely into the sunshine.
20140621-231802-83882659.jpgMe and the Hubbster in the sun, after our tour.

By that time it was necessary to head back to Benson, get some dinner, and head back home again.
20140621-231945-83985192.jpgThe kiddos awaiting some grub.

Tomorrow: flying and possibly some other adventures…

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4 thoughts on “Vacation Day 4

  1. A great day all around. Look at Wyatt all standing tall and proud. I got to see Mexico whoo hoooo. Oh that mine felt good. It was nice and cool the air conditioning was great

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  2. You didn’t mention you got to meet captain Kirk! I guess he didn’t want anyone to know, that’s why he was disguised as a cowboy.

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  3. Stompin’ around a graveyard is always good fun. As long as you do it before midnight! Because we all know that’s when the ghosts come out.

    George Johnson’s headstone is awesome. Poor fellow, but he lives on in eternal comedic relief. At least for me. I wonder how Jack Dunlop earned the moniker “Three Fingered”? I can think of few ways, but none are appropriate to express. I’m sure Jeff Milton had no problem making him wear a pine overcoat for all of eternity.

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