Yes, we made it to the town too tough to die!  Met with friends Morgan, Virgil, and Wyatt Earp and Doc Holiday.   Then it all went wrong at a shoot out at the OK Corral, but luckily the guys got by with only flesh wounds while those dastardly Clantons and McLaurys met God.  So, not having enough of theold Wild West, we went to Gammonds Gulch which is another way out of the way movie set.  The guy who showed us around was a pretty crusty old fella who told lots of bad jokes, but we had fun.  On the way back to the RV we had to pass through a Border Patrol station.  I had picked up a Pinkerton’s badge there and Mark had gotten his Arizona Ranger’s badge so the agent said we could go through “Code 4.”  Next up was Chiricahua National Forest.  What an incredibly beautiful place with all the rock formations and long views of “the mountain islands in a sea of grass.  We hiked into the park to see these wonderful formations then headed to  to Fort Bowie National Monument.  Again we hiked into the park enjoying the scenery.  We saw the ruins of the Butterfield Stage Coach Line and the tracks permanently etched into the earth.  Then was a military cemetery for old Ft. Bowie.  Hiking down a small ravine, Mark in front, me riding drag we suddenly encountered wildlife.  “Rattlesnake!!” yells Mark.  I whip my zaftig white behind around and run for the top of the hill.  “How will I get by it?” asks Mark.  I answer, “Throw rocks.”  He does and with the sound of rattling in the background he bolts up the hill and we double-time it back to the car.  Yes I am petrified of snakes and a coward whenever they are on the menu.  But we survived!!