Bisbee

We got to our place in Bisbee and were extremely pleased to find such a serene setting. Bisbee itself was a mixed bag and difficult to categorize under one heading. It was the rootinest tootinest damn town west of the Mississippi for a while. Doc Holiday, Wyatt Earp, and all those guys used to frequent the area (Tombstone is nearby). Prohibition dried it up and made it a ghost town for a while. Then the hippies came in and made it an artist commune. Now it's all burnt out old artist hippies and tourists, which fosters a sort of palpable love-hate relationship among the locals. The random displays of art are amazing - we'll put up a post of some of the stuff we saw later - we got a lot of ideas for house.

It was a relaxing trip, even with Owen. The casita was charming, the hammock: heaven. The cool breeze and the wine made it perfect to reflect on the last 30 years and build plans for the next.


This is the front of the casita. It's all done in Santa Fe colors. It's on the side of a cliff so the house behind it is actually entirely above it. On the other side of that path is the roof of the next house, which we could easily see completely over. This place made San Francisco look like East Texas.


In order to accommodate the slope of the house, the shower was designed for someone about 5'2". Carrie didn't seem to have any complaints.


Owen after a bath (no complaints from him either). This is now one of my favorite photos of him.


Mom and Owen playing in the garden. This is my favoite shot of the two of them together.


And a family photo in front of the Peace Wall. Many thanks to the hippie chick who risked life and limb standing in the middle of a windy (twisty not gusty) street to get this one. Also, a new favorite of the three of us.