Ok, we’re into Day Three now. We’ve got to get out of this house! We left a key with Dee in the office and told her we were going out for awhile.
We took a left out of the lot with no place in particular in mind to go. Not very far down the road we saw a sign for Tombstone. It had been a few years since we had been there so we thought what the heck, let’s go.
Tombstone’s claim to fame is that it is known as the “Town to Tough to Die”. Well, let me tell ya, in mid-April, snowbirds gone, summer vacationers not here yet, Tombstone was all but dead!
Even the mules looked bored to tears!
So we looked in a few shops, very few in fact, and decided to get something to eat. Breakfast for Bob and lunch for me.
While sitting in the restaurant I took notice of a picture on the wall and asked the hostess about it. By the way, there were three couples in the restaurant that had three dining rooms. Dead, I tell ya! Back to the picture on the wall. The hostess explained to me what it was, where it was and that we should definitely go see it.
So we did.
We walked two blocks down and made a left and came to the sign announcing we had found the right place.
We didn’t see this the last time we were here for some reason. The crowds probably kept us away from this part of town. The last time we were here we were with friends Karen and Dale that we wintered with our first year on the road. We were much more interested in spending time with them than really sightseeing, Not to mention is was crowded the last time we were here.
So we go inside and were greeted by this nice fellow. He explained what it was all about and that it would cost us $5.00 each if we wanted to really see it all. I was about to say no thanks but Bob pulled a ten spot out of this pocket and handed it over before I could object. Actually, I was very glad he moved first. Since we were the only ones there the fellow walked with us and explained all about the family who lived in this building, where they had come from, what they did while they were in the town and just thoroughly entertained us.
We walked from room to room, listening to his commentary. (I’m sorry, I couldn’t live with this wallpaper!)
This man knew this family inside and out and was very entertaining with his storytelling.
We went into one room….
…..and one wall was encased in glass with a display of very, very old locks behind it, among other things.
Some of the locks were very unique and most surprising of all was that each one had the key to it. After all these years!
Done seeing all the rooms and hearing all the stories it was time to see what we came actually came here for in the first place.
Do you know what this is?
This is the base of a rosebush. Yes, a ROSEBUSH! In fact, its billed as the World’s Largest Rosebush. For you rose aficionado's it is a white Lady Banksia and the orginal root came from Scotland in 1885. From this single trunk the rosebush spreads over an arbor that covers over 8,000 square feet. Each spring millions of tiny white blooms grace the greenery of the plant.
It is just starting to bloom now so we got just a glimpse of what is to come.
The flowers aren’t very big, actually miniature in size but not as small as a tea rose flower.
The “branches” are so thick!
To give you a better idea of just how big this rose bush trunk is Bob stands nearby for comparison.
The arbor which holds it up.
This bush does not require feeding or spreading but does require pruning and watering. Every January several truckloads of pruned branches are hauled away.
With nothing more to see in Tombstone we headed back to the rig. Brian was done his caulking, the sliding bedroom closet doors don’t stick anymore and they were working on getting our desk area slide to “seat” properly. By the time they were done all was good in our world. Looks like we move on tomorrow.
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