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Gila to Globe

So we did consider stopping for a second night at the Casita but a reality check of a 2hr min round trip to the closest supermarket to get food for the night meant we decided to drive on and continue … Continue reading

1950’s anyone??

Ah the Shady Dell RV Park. How cool is this? A collection of 1950’s RVs gathered together that you can stay in. We are in the 1951 Mansion – sheer luxury for its day. How super awesome? All the fittings … Continue reading

Welcome to Bisbee

Founded in 1880 and considered one of the richest areas for copper,gold and silver, not to mention the quantity of gems located in the hillsides. This literally is a town unchanged since it came into being in the gold and … Continue reading

Bye Bye desert

So yesterday we spent our last morning in the desert area around Tucson visiting the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum (which is in fact a zoo and a set of desert gardens). It is well laid out and informative although I agree … Continue reading

Fresh Prince of Gila Bend

Prince Ginger are HERE Tonight we are in a tiny backwater town called Gila Bend. A very small place with one hotel and three eateries. So, where to eat? We opted for the little Italian restaurant which clearly was a … Continue reading

Poor Bahamas and Florida

As Hurricane Dorian heads straight for Florida. They are now calling it an apocalyptical storm! Really feeling for the residents of Florida. And to think, we nearly went to Halloween Horror nights….right now we would have been heading north rapidly. … Continue reading

Oatman history

So, Oatman, 2700 feet above sea level and only founded in 1906. An incredible little slice of history. By 1931 official records show that the Oatman mining district (which covered a number of mines around the town and hillsides) produced … Continue reading

Mr Tiddles

We have a resident hedgehog in the garden. Spotted snuggling around by guard cat Willow. Looks like a full size adult. Must get a hedgehog house installed for winter. … Continue reading