The Belnap Family: Tombstone

With the days dwindling down until Tyler and I move up to Idaho, we have decided to get a move on and finish some things on our "list". This "list" consists of things we want to do in AZ before we go back up to live in the frozen tundra. Mostly they were just out-to-eat places that are not in Utah or Idaho like Organ-stop Pizza and Kwan SianPans. However, we had one very special item on our list and that was Tombstone. Yes, I am one of those people who live close to historic places but never actually go. It's like someone in New York who has never been to the statue of liberty. Well, we just had to go to Tombstone and we figured now is as good as ever since gas prices are so low. So off we went!

We left in the morning and started off to Tombstone. The drive there was pretty uneventful with only a rock cracking our windshield and us running over something mysterious which made a noise like someone threw a billion little pebbles under our car. However, the absolute worst thing that happened was when we went through Tucson. It was around noon and we decided that we should grab a bite to eat. Little did we know that once you get off the freeway in Tucson, you can't get back on for at least 8 miles!Every single entrance was closed for construction and it was so frustrating but we quickly got over it and moved on. Luckily, a couple of hours before, we had stopped at a gas station and got some snacks where we got to pose with a dinosaur statue. Tyler and I thought it was pretty cool. His claw is supposed to be stabbing me in the stomach but it just looks like he is molesting me.

We finally got to the historical street of Tombstone, AZ. There was only one place I really wanted to go see and that was The Birdcage Theatre where all the drunken men and whorish women would go and meander. Unfortunately, when we walked in, the lady told us that it would cost $10 each for us to see the remainder of the "museum". I didn't want to see the bar THAT bad. She did do a pretty good job at enticing us by telling us that you can see the bullet holes in the ceiling and that what we were standing in, was only 8% of the entire building. Really, 8%? It couldn't be rounded to 10%? She was THAT accurate? However, in the end, Tyler and I decided to only go see the gift shop at the back of the "museum". So we walked towards the back and Tyler

got a big kick out of a HUGE tumbleweed. I must admit, it was pretty big but for some reason, it didn't look any bigger than the ones I would see at my high school. Then again, once I actually looked at its mammothness, those would be some pretty freakin huge tumbleweeds rolling on the football field. As you can see, Tyler screaming in fear for his life.

So, after we "Oo"-ed and "Aww"-ed at the tumbleweed, we made our way to the gift shop. I don't know what I was expecting, but 90% of the time, gift shops totally disappoint me and this one was no different. It was mostly old people stuff with a few interesting doo-dad's but nothing worth spending money for. Well, as we were leaving, the door that would lead us outside was totally stuck. Stuck like the forces of the universe couldn't budge it. Since that was the only exit, we just HAD to go through the "museum" to get out, we just HAD to. Let me just say, I'm glad I didn't pay to see the rest of it. First of all, where did this lady learn math because her gross estimate was way off. In actuality, the entrance made up about 30% of the entire museum. She totally lead me on to believe this thing was huge.

After the whole incident of being stuck in the whore house, we walked up the street about three or four times. It was as if we were hoping to see something more interesting than what was there but alas, we were again disappointed. This was mainly because everything cost something just to go look at some special dead something. I understand that these people need to make their living off of something but what if I had spent all of my earnings to go to tombstone because my great-great-grandfather had left his billion dollar will under a remote floorboard and I had to pay to get in to get my family heirloom? Ridiculous.

All in all, most of the shops were closed and the ones that were open cost $20 for a toothpick. Also, you had to pay to see historical sites which probably weren't even exciting to begin with. I don't want to sound like a Debbie Downer ( Wah-wah) or a Negative Nancy but next time, skip Tombstone and go to Fossil Springs (Wah-Wah-Wah)...