There is a place where airplanes go to rest, get stripped down off their engines, sprayed with a certain solution, and put in rows on flat surfaces under the clear desert sky. It's just outside Tucson, on the SE, continuing to Tombstone which we reached after.
Can one miss Tombstone if only 50 miles away? And why would ya when this will remain for ever the quintessential scene of the 19th century WEST. In the end we turned to be overly impressed with those lives lived in Tombstone that day, particularly Kate Big-Nose and her roller-coaster being, fast like it was today, passionate like today will never be...
