Our first Tombstone stop was Boot Hill Cemetery. It’s a neat place worth stopping at! A TON of history there.
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!
Jeff Milton was the United States’ very first Border Patrol agent.
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.
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!
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.
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:
The coroner’s report regarding Heath’s lynching, which took place on a telegraph pole in Tombstone.
Tombstone has so much to see. If you ever go, be sure to check out the old courthouse building.
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.
The courthouse, 1901.
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.
Silly looking eyeless robots which inaccurately depict the shootout. They were entertaining, though!
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.
A panoramic view from the Copper Queen Motel’s balcony.
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…
Can you even imagine having to move your furniture into a home this way?
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!
A selfie with our tour guide and long lost acquaintance.
Tomorrow: flying and possibly some other adventures…