Thank you guys for the encouraging comments the other day. You guys are right...I don't need to continually prove myself. Haters will always be haters. I'll keep my blog positive, so I'll take down those posts.
When I returned to work Wednesday, there was some sadness in the office. A coworker's sister was in the ICU after a near fatal car accident. By yesterday, the sister seemed to be doing better, but it's still uncertain if she will pull through. Our thoughts and prayers are with her, for sure.
And yesterday, a few members of our office came in sick with the flu, including the doctor. He made it half the day before he started to fade, and went home. The hospital was so full, they had patients overflowing into the halls. It's apparently a pretty bad flu when even Dr. K to go home to bed. That guy never gets sick.
Okay, so I left off yesterday with some pics of the road trip. The Tucson Rock and Gem Show was awesome, and it was really neat to experience. I've never seen so many rocks and crystal skulls in my life!
One thing that made me wonder was the crystal skulls. You know the famous crystal skull that people are continually debating on whether it's a hoax or not? Well, I think they finally proved it was a hoax, but I had to admit the craftsmanship of the debated skull was exquisite compared to the crystal skulls at the art show.
Here's the F.A. Mitchell-Hedges crystal skull, purportedly found around 1923:
Compare it to one from the Tucson show:
Maybe the difference in quality is due to the hurried mass production of the modern skulls. But part of me wonders if one of these modern skulls, after being handled for a thousand years, would "polish" the skull in a way that would transform it into a thing of beauty?
Anyway, after the traveling all day and walking the gem show, I was pooped, so we headed to our ext stop--the Scarritt House, a beautiful bed and breakfast on the outskirts of Tucson. The drive there was very nice...
The Scarritt House was lovely. The hostess, Maribel, was awesome--very sweet and generous. Since we arrived a little late, we retired early to our bedroom. The next morning, we woke up early so we could explore a little.
We snuck up on this hawk. At least I like to think so. However, I'm pretty sure he knew we were there and was amused by our poor human attempts at sneaking.
After a yummy breakfast of scrambled eggs, we were back on the road, headed toward Santa Fe. But there was one detour we had to make--Tombstone.
We didn't have time to see everything, so we decided on the Boothill Graveyard. It was an interesting place, and the weather was beautiful as we wandered among the murdered. Those Wild West Cowboys also seemed to have an affinity for counting. Six Shooter Jim, Three-Fingered Jack--numbers were everywhere.
Shot:
Shot:
Playing cards was an extreme sport back then:
Shot:
Hung...by mistake...
And three famous or infamous cowboys who died in the gunfight at the OK Corral:
There was one grave which emanated a lonely sadness. Eva Waters, just three months old, died in Tombstone and was buried here. It made me wonder about the lives of children in this dangerous town.
The view from the top of the hill:
The scenery from Tombstone to New Mexico was breathtaking, and sometimes, otherworldly:
As we crossed into New Mexico, the sun began to set, and the sky lit up. Sunsets in New Mexico are always spectacular, and we were treated to yet another brilliant display.
I'll save the rest of the trip for tomorrow. And I still have to post the last installment (Tsankawi) of our trip last year.
Have a great day, and a great weekend!
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