Three days in funky and wonderful Bisbee, Arizona with our friends Jim and Sara, plus their dogs Omar, Lucky Mo, Dylan Thomas and a visiting pug named Maude. I remember Bisbee from my college days in Tucson as an historic Phelps Dodge mining town... but was mostly interested in the bars in those days (!) In my mellower old age, I'm loving the gingerbread houses climbing the hills, the local artists, the local characters and the incredibly beautiful "sky islands" in the Chiricahua National Forest.
What a great community - town tennis courts are never locked, there's a minor league baseball field, 4th of July fireworks and a soap box derby, and miles and miles of hiking trails through high desert, mountains, and lush forests. Last night we were going to drive a few miles to Mexico for dinner, but chickened out when Jim mentioned that there had been a gun battle in front of the restaurant a while back... visited the old Gadsen Hotel in Douglas where there's still a crack in the stairs from the time Pancho Villa rode his horse up to his room - that was wild enough for us.
Once again, so sad to leave our friends... after all these years, it's as if we've never been apart. Jim and Sara always share warm hearts, plenty of conversation (both silly and serious), great food, fun hikes and at least 3 loving doggies...
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