I always miss the good photos. There she was -- the one that got away. A very large motorcycle mama with plaid beer advertising pants and tattoos blanketing her arms from shoulders to wrists. Craig evidently thinks I have a death wish? A few more miles down the road and a frappe later, Craig whipped a U so I could get a snapshot of Digger's hearse.
We spent the rest of the day on the restaurant/bar tour of Bisbee, catching up with friends who sailed away from Washington State in 1999 on a large wooden sailboat bound for the Pacific side of Mexico. They spent four years touring from one port to the next until they landed in Southern Arizona in 2003. We've been in Arizona five years now, so it's about time we caught up!
Here are some of the day's photos that didn't get away!
My dizziness blew in with a large dust storm on Sunday night. I think Craig will probably wake up dizzy today. I wonder why? Tee hee.