Loaded the dogs up into the Dodge yesterday and headed down to Tombstone, AZ for no other reason than we’d never been there before.
Livestock Transport.
Piloting this bus down south.
As we got further and further away from Phoenix, which was cold when we left, it became even more apparent that the temperatures were not increasing but rather decreasing. To the point where there was snow not only on the distant mountains but also in the desert surrounding the highway. Good thing I was prepared wearing shorts and sandals.
We also started to see bright yellow billboards informing us that we were approaching the site of “The Thing.”
The Thing! What is it?
The Thing! Where did it come from?
And so on. Well I looked it up on the map and it was about 15 miles out of way…but what else are roadtrips good for?
Is that snow?
The car alarm of a pair of dirtbags.
The anticipation has heightened.
So after we pay the nice lady behind the counter $2 we go through a door and are looking down a hallway. Large, oddly-shaped yellow footprints painted on the sidewalk designate our path. The follow 10 minutes will be filled with minor confusion and a hint of thrill.
...there's no turning back...
What could it BE??
Yeah. That's Hitler.
I should be drunk for this.
WTF Mate?
Oh my god! What is it??
I’m not going to tell you what The Thing is. That would lessen the mystery and cheapen my blog. Of course, if you want to paypal $5 to speedgoat23@gmail.com I’d be more than happy to send you the picture I sneaked of it.
Moving on to Tombstone.
Tombstone, AZ. Wow.
Yeah, that's snow. On a succulent.
Here's what we came for, I guess.
The dogs had a good time. We had a an…interesting time. It cost us less than $45 the entire day. The makings of a successful road trip.
