Into the sunset...

Arizona has quite a bit of road trip charm, if I do say so myself. The other weekend, Donna's mom was in town, so we drove East on I-10 to check out some of the more... tenured attractions. The cynic in me would say that Historic Tombstone has degenerated into a second rate tourist trap. Which is pretty much what it is.
The first thing we did when we got there was to track down a gun fight. A man dressed in almost-authentic cowboy garb pointed us down the road, promising us the show would be funnier than Blazing Saddles. I'm not a big Mel Brooks guy in the first place, but we continued up to the wooden-frame store. Having seen Blazing Saddles, I can tell you this show wasn't quite what was promised, although it featured Richard Blake (Parole Board Chairman from Raising Arizona). We found out later that there is another gun fight closer to the OK Corral that is the main ticket in town.
There are some genuinely creative things happening in between the cheesy "saloons" and reproductions of Wyatt Earp posters. On this particular weekend, Tombstone was hosting a Western Music Festival. We passed by the stage, and the music wasn't half bad. The crowd was a mix of weekend road trippers with digicams (me), and honest-to-goodness Western music fans clad in Wrangler jeans and cowboy hats.
Other highlights of the trip included a slightly creepy, mostly touristy graveyard where a couple of the Clanton's are buried and The Thing, located in Dragoon, AZ. For a dollar, you get to go through some random exhibits of junk, basically. After, you get to say you saw The Thing. Gotta love AZ.