Today’s ride to Bisbee began by backtracking the tail end of our ride from Tombstone to Douglas: west on Route 80, north on Kings Highway, then west on Double Adobe Road. At the community of Double Adobe though (the place with the small country store we posted a photo of), we continue west on Double Adobe Road for another five miles until coming to its end at the junction with Route 80 at the base of the Mule Mountains. Up until then, this entire ride is flat, quiet, and borderline uninteresting - as it was going the other direction two days ago.
Leaving Douglas, a town we enjoyed more than we had expected to.
Scott AndersonOh, funny! You’re right, they did cross the road. You can just make out that it’s the same direction from the mountains and shadows. Too much excitement! Reply to this comment 4 years ago
We’re off Kings Highway now, heading west on Double Adobe Road. The Mule Mountains are just ahead. It shouldn’t take us more than an hour or so to get there.
OK, I’m pretty sure this is a pyrrhuloxia, and not it’s cousin the cardinal. You can’t tell from this shot, but it has the characteristic yellow beak. Note that this photo is like an ink blot test - when Rachael saw it at first, she thought its head was pointed skyward, its beak open.
Once we approach the Mule Mountains, the ride becomes much more interesting. After joining Route 80 we start gradually climbing immediately through a gap in the mountains, and don’t stop climbing until we reach Bisbee. Along the way we take in the grotesque splendor of the series of three abandoned open pit copper mines that lead right to the doorstep of downtown Bisbee.
Bisbee is a great little town. Very colorful, full of interesting buildings and shops. There’s enough to see that I’ll post a separate photo dump from my walking tour of the old town.
We’re staying at the Bisbee Grand Hotel, a fine old place that I liked much better up until a half hour ago, when the evening entertainment started up in the bar downstairs. Loud, percussive, penetrating. It’s going to be a long night.
We’re staying at another grand old hotel in Bisbee, literally.
After we check in, I refresh myself in the bar downstairs, taking in the live music act. This guy is quite good, and has an interesting, eclectic repertoire. He opened with an old favorite of mine: My Romance, by Rogers and Hart; and then followed up with numbers by Jobim, Taj Majal and the Everly Brothers.
