Tourists in Bisbee

Today’s big adventure was a visit to the picturesque copper mining town turned gigantic antique mecca of Bisbee.

We traipsed up and down the hilly streets peering into shop windows. Many of the shops were closed, including one with an “open” sign on the door and egg separators in the window, one of which would have surely gone home with Maria if the shop had been attended.

We also paused for ice cream (see photo).

Morgan emerged from a public restroom with toilet paper stuck to her shoe (see other photo).

On the way over, we realized that mountains in the near distance were in Mexico, because we were within 10 miles of the border.

The Hyundai Accent (which I’m sure some people call “Accident”) we’ve rented from Enterprise is hideously underpowered, especially with three adults aboard. If the passenger in the back seat shifts quickly, the car lurches violently to one side or the other. On the plus side, it has a splendid air conditioning system, which is extremely useful in this climate, and sound system AUX and USB plugs for iPods, and a cavernous trunk that swallowed all of our luggage and begged for more. On the minus side, it has crank-up windows, no cruise control and manual door locks.

My Garmin Nuvi 200W is a huge asset when it comes to getting around in a strange town. It led me to the Spur Western apparel store for my new hat, to Walmart for a cheap Winchester multi-tool to see me through a week without my trusty Swiss Army knife, a pair of khaki cargo pants, some nail clippers, and potato chips, and to Morgan’s future father-in-law’s office for coffee and conversation.

An eclectic shop in Bisbee. If I weren’t so lazy, I would have cloned out the powerline that mars an otherwise OK photo.