November 27, 2013
The motorhome is parked in Mary’s yard at her home at Murphys, California. My departure date to head South is now set for December 2nd. About one month later Mary will fly to meet me in Yuma, Arizona.
The cleaning and minor work on the Bronco is now completed. After our 682 day journey, they were both ready for some attention. Both are now in near-showroom condition. The only thing awaiting my attention is re-stocking the motorhome and assisting Mary with some of her house chores.
Yesterday was a mostly sunny day at 65 degrees. Forecast for today is mostly sunny and 65 degrees.
I’ve decided that my current daily activity (preparing the motorhome for my December 2nd departure) is not really all that exciting to read or see. I’ve further decided to share with you some of the photos from our 2011-2013, 682 days of circumnavigating the United States.
To read about today’s photo album location, click this link… http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tombstone,_Arizona
CLICK ON THE BELOW PHOTO. ONCE YOU ARRIVE AT THE PHOTO ALBUM, SIMPLY CLICK “SLIDESHOW” AND ENJOY!
I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE PHOTOS. UNLESS I DID SOMETHING UNIQUE OR UNUSUAL YESTERDAY, THE PHOTO ALBUM WILL CHANGE DAILY.
Enjoying nice weather is another joy in the life of a full-time RVer!
The red dot on the below map shows our approximate location in the State of California. You may double left-click the map to make it larger…
Enjoying 65-75 degree temperatures with low humidity most of the year is a primary joy in the RVing lifestyle!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving”…Albert Einstein
On October 27, 2012, I created a two-minute video titled America The Beautiful. The music America The Beautiful is by Christopher W. French. The photos, which I randomly selected, are from the states of Arizona, California, Colorado, Florida, Georgia, Louisiana, Massachusetts, Mississippi, Montana, New Mexico, North Carolina, Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Texas, Tennessee, Washington and West Virginia (not shown in that order)…are mine. Yup, That’s me standing in front of the Post Office in Luckenbach, Texas…Y’all!
Click this link to start the video. Make sure you have your speakers turned on and go to full screen asap.
If you would like to see my YouTube videos, click this link… http://www.youtube.com/user/JimJ1579/videos
There are more than 500 photo albums in my Picasa Web Albums File. To gain access, you simply have to click this link… https://picasaweb.google.com/110455945462646142273?authkey=Gv1sRgCKrvzqm8-IKGdA
If you have not checked out my Ramblin Man’s Photos Blog, you can do so by clicking this link…http://ramblinmanphotos.wordpress.com/
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All original material Copyright – Jim Jaillet 2013
April 11, 2012
50 Years ago today I received an honorable discharge from the United States Navy. At that time I was serving as a Radarman Petty Officer Third Class aboard the U.S.S. Boston CAG-1. It was the World’s first heavy guided missile cruiser and home-ported in Boston, Massachusetts.
I found the below photo of the ship online when it was docked at Genoa, Italy on January 27, 1962. I was serving on board at the time on my third and final Mediterranean Sea cruise…
To see other photos of the ship and read about its history, click this link…
Here is the only photo I have of myself from those days. I remember it was taken in 1961 when the ship was in Amsterdam, Holland. I would have been 20 years old at the time…
Here’s a photo of me that Mary took of me a couple of months ago while we were in Tombstone, Arizona…
What a difference 51 years makes in the way a person looks. How has the 50 years since my discharge gone so rapidly?
All things considered…I’m glad I’m still around to have my photo taken.
I’ve had a blessed life…most of it in a traveling capacity. I’ve been many places, have met many people and lived through many experiences.
I’m most pleased that I still enjoy good health so that I may continue to travel as a full-time RVer. I cannot think of a finer way to spend my golden years!
All original material Copyright – Jim Jaillet 2012
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March 3, 2012
Shakespeare said, “There is history in all men’s lives.” Thomas Carlyle thought all history is biography. The past is a record of people and societies interacting
. We visited Fort Hauchuca Historical Landmark yesterday, just 20 miles from Tombstone where I read these words: History must have a human face. It must glower at us from under bushy eyebrows. It must laugh at us from a snaggle-toothed mouth. It must refract the depth and candor of the human experience. I can say with certainty, the people from Fort Huachuca and Tombstone both reflect that candor. What fascinates me about these two places, so close to each other and intermingled in many ways, is so much of valor and honor at the fort, and killing and disregard for human life in Tombstone.
Two gamblers argued at the Oriental Hotel. Short shot Storms and the faro dealers barely raised their heads, just went on playing while they removed the dead man to his bed.
The fort was established in 1877 to protect the settlers and travel routes to the West from Indians and bandits. Ed Schieffelin, a prospector heard about the fort and decided to prospect the desert near by to be protected from hostile Apaches. A soldier told him, the only thing you’ll find out there is your tombstone. He filed his claim and named it Tombstone. The claim proved good, others came and the town took its name from his claim. And it turned out to be an apt name for the town considering how many died violent deaths and are buried there.
Leslie killed Killeen over a disagreement about Kileen’s wife. Leslie married the widow. He was a cold-blooded killer. The “cowboys” were mostly cattle thieves and ranchers didn’t want their hands called cowboys because of it. Alvord was a lawman, later turned outlaw. Bands of cowboys would slip over the border into Mexico and steal their herds. The only good Indian was a dead Indian mentality was prevalent. When whites killed Indians, it was to protect their women and children. When Indians killed whites, they were murderous, massacres, when in reality they were trying to protect their own land and scarce food supplies.
Whitside was the first commander. And the early days were rough and ready to be sure. The honorable part came later.
The curator of this museum used the men’s words to describe their situation, and I will follow up on another day as the signal is painfully slow.
Last night we had dinner at the 3rd largest VFW post here in Sierra Vista, with over 2,000 members, also a result of being right next to Fort Huachuca. Margaret,the post manager,confided to us that the building used to be a bus station and that it is haunted. They have ghosts, apparitions and wierd things happening at night. They had Ghost Busters try to remove them. They still have ghosts. Margaret says she warns all employees and most of them have had encounters with the ghostly apparitions at the post..
This was a big, friendly, well run post, the food was delicious Friday night fish-fry and I chose a table where a couple sat without anyone near them to talk to. We sat down, introduced ourselves, and Allen and Jo were from San Jose. He, a former San Jose Policeman who also knew where Murphys and Angels Camp are located. He used to ski at Bear Valley. For those who do not know, that is my stomping grounds. It was way fun.
March 2, 2012
The west was full of characters and many of them called Tombstone, Arizona home. Town was full of grifters, drifters, drunks, gamblers, cowboys, ranchers, ladies of the night, gunfighters, miners, entrepreneurs, card sharks, Mexicans, Indians, Chinks, money, horses, cattle, feuds, soldiers and Democrats. A natural hotbed for hostilities and life was cheap. Men killed each other at the slightest perception of being wronged.
There are still gunfighters wandering around town, of a commercial type. There are enactments of the battle at the OK corral every day. Another gunfight at Helldorado’s 5th St. encampment, perhaps others. Having visited here sometime in the 1960’s, the differences were noticeable. The whole town is now like a movie set. Instead of being surprised by a gunfight at the end of a dusty street, everything is fenced and regulated, you buy tickets to see the gunfights.
The gunfighters look like they belong on this street as part of the regular population.
The bars were full by afternoon and still might be a little wild.
Our bartender at the American Legion in town, told us the population is aging, not increasing, and town couldn’t survive without tourists. And, it is a fascinating place to visit despite the commercialism. Do go. There is much to see and do and great history here to enjoy,
Many people in this cemetery died violently. Seymour Dye was only 35 years old, taking in a load of hay with his friend Harry Curry, when they were ambushed by Indians, shot, then tied and dragged 150 feet by the Indian’s horse.
Yes, five men legally hanged. The gang leader, who didn’t participate in the robbery but was suspected of planning it, was dragged out of jail by an incensed mob of citizens from Bizbee, blindfolded and strung up on a telephone pole.
Violent, frontier justice. Four Bizbee citizens were killed during the robbery. This picture is from the museum. The coroner’s report said: “I find the victim died of emphysima (sic) caused by strangulation, self-inflicted or otherwise.”
Mrs. Stump died in childbirth when given an overdose of chloroform by her doctor. This cemetery has more violent and awful deaths among its 250 known dead than any cemetery but a military cemetery. At my last visit, the graves had rickety wooden markers in the bare ground. It has been improved immensely with stone mounds, and verifications of most of those buried here. Popular and fascinating, especially when you visit the museum at the old County Courthouse and get the facts behind some of these quarrels.
This is Frank Leslie who killed at least three of those in the cemetery. He got his violent death in the end.
The gallows now sits behind the courthouse in the exercise yard. It was built for the five men from Heith’s gang and a set bleachers was built on the street to watch the hangings as entertainment. Nellie Cashman, known as the Angel of the Camp for her many good works, gave solace to the condemned men in jail. One confided he knew he would die, but he objected to the indignity of being a spectacle. She quietly manged to get help and turned the bleachers into a pile of kindling the night before the hanging.
William Greene, a farmer who used water from a ditch quarreled with his neighbor Burton over the water. His little girls went swimming in the shallow waters during the hot summers. Burton let water out of the dam to increase the flow and the water made a deep hole in the ditch. When the girls went swimming, two of them drowned. Greene killed Burton, but was exonerated for his vengeance by the courts.
Deaths on the streets are now visible on the spot where they happened by plaques around town.
There are a number of horse-drawn wagons and stages of different types around town offering one of a kind rides.
We were particularly pleased to see an authentic Butterfield Stage, one of the most uncomfortable rides in the world. A humorous description from a more “comfortable” stage ride (in the museum), the rider claims he wouldn’t have lived through it if the stage hadn’t come to places where the passengers had to get out and walk. It was their only salvation, getting off the hard seats and moving about.
It isn’t often that you have a chance to get close and friendly with great percherons.
We didn’t get to see it all. We could have spent more time, so be prepared to stay a whole day when you visit or return for a second look. Fun town.
March 2, 2012
The town to tough to die! That’s what they call Tombstone, Arizona. You probably know it as where the famous Gunfight at the O.K. Corral occurred.
When you are in southeastern Arizona…you cannot be here…and not go to Tombstone. So yesterday Mary and I made the 50 mile round-trip. I believe I’ve been here at least two, perhaps three times, before. Mary told me she has been here once…about 50 years ago.
if you are not familiar with Tombstone, the below Wikipedia link will inform you…
The way the crow flies…presumably in a straight line…Tombstone lies about 65 miles distant.
Here’s a Google Earth image…
As always you may left click upon an image to see an enlarged view and then click once again to see an even larger view…
Mary and I spent an enjoyable five hours wandering around Tombstone. While there we visited Boot Hill, Allen Street (the main drag) and the old courthouse…which has a great museum and is also an Arizona State Historic Park.
Here are some photos that I took while there…
To see the other 77 photos that I took, click this link…
Tombstone is perhaps the most authentic (though somewhat touristy) Western town left in the West. If you want to experience a taste of the Old West, you need to visit Tombstone.
All original material Copyright – Jim Jaillet 2012
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