GRAVEYARD QUIET

Taking time off from doing nothing and visiting tourist attractions is not my favorite thing, but....we're talking Boot Hill, Wyatt Earp, Doc Holiday and the infamous shootout at the O.K. Corral.  Hanging around for the gunfight reenactment was of little interest so instead we lumbered through town in the big rig, taking in enough flavor of the old days to hold us until perhaps we come this way again.

We did yield to the dark fascination of Boothill.  There is always something calm and yet morosely captivating about graveyards.  Maybe it's the quiet, the stillness beneath foot or a realization of mortality that allows thought of one's own epitaph.

Happy to be the viewers and not the viewed we drifted out of town and onto our next camp, Kartchner Caverns State Park, just a little south of Benson, AZ.  We plunked down here for a couple of days, even if the list of "NO" rules was longer than I thought necessary.  I'll give the place it's dues, it's sparkling clean and well maintained by two special encampments/villages of   volunteers.

A non-volunteer from the Arizona Department of Corrections air-raking the bits of leaves that had accumulated on the parking pads during the evening.

Jackie went spelunking in the caverns while I sleuth'ed around looking for birds.

Western Male Bluebird

Goodnight and goodbye.

Packing the levelers and looking for a new adventure.