1/5/13 Tuesday at St. David’s, AZ (St. David RV-Western Horizons)
On to the city of Tombstone, so named by Schieffelin, who found a huge silver lode near that place. When he first went out to search for gold he was told, “You won’t find anything but your tombstone there.”
There was a “Helldorado” theme park there, but we weren’t all that impressed. Lots of buildings with placards in front explaining their history, but that are currently businesses trying to earn your dollar. I thoroughly enjoyed watching the stagecoach and horses go by.
Original Printing Press (from 1880). When they set the letters, they had to be placed upside down and backwards and that’s when the setter proof read the article. Deaf people usually had this job because they could concentrate without any distractions.
We paid ($6/person) for the “Historama”which was a short movie/figures on a stage. This also entitled us to see the OK Corral exhibits and receive reprints of the gunfight reports by The Tombstone Epitaph. If you paid $10/person you would also get to see the reenactment of the gunfight – which took about 32 seconds.
Gunfight models, based on Wyatt Earp’s map. Click photo to enlarge. There had been a long standing feud between the law men and the cow-boys. On this day Police Chief Virgil Earp deputized his brothers Wyatt and Morgan and Doc Holliday to help him disarm the cowboys who were waiting to confront Doc when he returned to his rented room at Fly’s Photography. When the shooting started, unarmed cowboy Ike Clanton ran into Fly’s and kept on running. In the next 30 seconds nearly 30 shots were fired. The three cowboys who stood their ground were all killed. Tom McLaury, who may have been unarmed, was cut down by a blast from Doc’s shotgun. Frank McLaury stumbled onto Fremont Street and was shot in the head. Morgan Earp shot 19-year-old Billy Clanton. Both Virgil and Morgan Earp were badly wounded, while Doc Holliday suffered a superficial hip wound. Only Wyatt Earp walked away unscathed.
From Tombstone, we went to Fry’s for groceries, then to the ghost town of Fairbank, named for the Chicago grain broker who helped finance the railroad which was what put this town on the map. Everyone came through here to get to Tombstone and other nearby towns.
At one point, something was hurting my foot when I stepped, so I sat down to get my sock out. I discovered a stem with 2, ½” thorns at 90 degree angles attached to the bottom of my tennis shoe. One thorn was lying at the bottom, as the stem was, while the other stuck through to the inside, to pierce my foot. Thank heavens I got that out when I did!
Home again, after our adventurous day in the wild early times of civilization in Arizona.