Heading south from the Phoenix area opens up a multitude of opportunities for things to see and do. On one such drive into the southern half of my state, I stopped in the city of Tombstone, the "town to tough to die". It was monsoon season in Arizona so occasionally the clouds opened up to bless the desert with some much needed moisture. When that happened, I just ducked into one of the many gift shops lining Allen Street and had a look around.
While inside the shop looking at some interesting antiques, I heard the clip-clop of horse's hooves and looked out just in time to see a stagecoach making its way down the street.
With a speed to rival those quick-drawing cowboys of Tombstone's past, I swung the camera up and took the shot. Whew! Got it!
I didn't recognize anyone but, I did admire that gorgeous long bar. The bar is the original from the Grand Hotel that was destroyed by a fire in 1882. Luckily the bar survived to live on at Big Nose Kate's Saloon.
As I was getting ready to leave, I noticed that someone had left the laundry out in the rain. They might have to scrub those with the old washboard a second time.