Ah, wi-fi. Back to civilization, such as it is. What it is, is Bisbee, Arizona, where we’re enjoying a layover day in the town park. This means the tents get to stay up an extra day, which cuts down on the carnival atmosphere a bit and gives everyone a chance to rest, regroup and reorganize.
After yesterday’s rigors some of us opted for bed-and-breakfasts or hotels rather than spend another night in wind-battered tents, so I poached a little bathroom time from one of them and shaved for the first time since Saturday. I was starting to look like Papa Hemingway, only without all that annoying talent.
Everyone’s hoping for a little less wind — or, even better, a tailwind — when we return to Tombstone tomorrow via a different route. Me, I’m hoping to find some Guinness on tap tonight, St. Patrick’s Day being a holy day among my people (the Drunkards).
But there’s some local ale to be had here, so if the Micks don’t come through, I’m sure there will be alternatives. Last night it was Moose Drool — and yes, it tastes better than it sounds.
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Patrick, me lad, tis good to read you are still able to suck air and type. I’m proud of ye, sleeping on the ground and all. Me? Too old and too wise for such foolishness.
Moose Drool. I first discovered it in Boise, Idaho. Good stuff. I was ticked when I discovered a BBQ place in Longmont had it. They’re mighty proud of it, too!
Good tidings on St. Paddy’s Day, but I’m from Scotland.
Cheers!!!
what did Ed Abbey say about sleeping on the ground?
Ooops……. I guess I can’t type. I was trying to write “I was TICKLED when I discovered a BBQ place with Moose Drool.” Can’t even proof my own typing. And I haven’t been sleeping on the ground……
Well, I thought you might be still on the road, sooo I stopped by to see if I might comfort Shannon abit. Dry Martinis in the water bottle makes for great legs! Let me know when you get home. ha ha I remember the Expresso machine at IHBC. My hands were shaking at the start!