The Southwest...We blew by it!

Or you could say it blew by us, with lots of strong winds. Actually most of what we wanted to see in the southwest, Flagstaff, Taos, the Grand Canyon was already in the throws of winter. So we stayed south...and I mean south, like Bisbee, Arizona, 80 miles from nowhere, right on the Mexico border.



This former mining town (our RV site was perched on the edge of a copper strip mine) looked like the type of place you went to either, become a famous artist, become a starving artist, or just disappear from the human race.

Tombstone was just OK.



Tucson provided spectacular desert beauty.



One final word about Roswell, be careful of whom you ask directions or you might make a wrong turn.



Today headed into California... here we come... right back where we started from...hey there's a song in there somewhere.