In which OTTERS!

I got the sleep. And went to bed early after dinner, since I was completely bagged for a whole different reason. So these are yesterday's pictures, and then I will do today's after dinner.

Day 2 of CupcakeCon commenced with a ginormous strawberry puffed pancake for breakfast (by which I have discharged my obligation to feed the assembled company) and then, since it could be put off no longer, we had the cupcakes:



The gentleman at the Red Velvet Cupcakery is serious about his cupcakes. It's right by where the Festival of Books will be, so I think we'll be going back.

After that we headed out through lots of desert and a twisty, scary mountainy road to the Desert Museum, which was sort of a cross between a zoo, a natural history museum. There were serious animals there:



Deer! Bear! Sheeps with horns!



Beaver! Ironically, I have never seen one at home. They also had a seperate section where the den is, so you can see how they den.



Writers!



OTTERS!

After that we got to visit casacorona and her horsies, which are very attractive and comely horsies, and had a severe amount of Mexican food for our dinner. And then came home and pretty much went to bed.

More from Signs: An Occasional Series...



Today was full: Bisbee, Tombstone (!) and back again. But I am going to do that one later, since the pizza is ready and we are going to go eat it and watch Criminal Minds now.

In which there is some serious contact with History (tm)

Up early this morning in order to get on the road: today's plan was Tombstone and Bisbee, and that is what we did.

(Breakfast log: rosti and eggs.)

Arizona is very bumpy. There are a lot of cacti. We drove past all these cacti and over all these bumps (and around some twisty bits) on our way to Bisbee, which was the first stop of the afternoon. The place we were going to have lunch wasn't actually open, so we landed at a Mexican restaurant where I had some cilantro and tomato and stuff shrimps and rice and whatnot. Then we went down the street to the Copper Queen Hotel (as seen on Ghost Hunters!) and nosed around it a bit before heading to Tombstone.

I have only one picture from Bisbee, and it actually goes in the Signs... category. So we'll head up the highway to Tombstone now.

Tombstone! Me! In Tombstone!



OMGcakes Tombstone!



OMG that's Schieffelin Hall!



This is the sign that marks the spot where the gunfight at the O.K. Corral went down. coffeeem informed us of where it is dead wrong.



This is all inside the Birdcage Theatre in Tombstone, which is...less a museum than a collection of rather dusty stuff with some sketchy scholarship involved, but this isn't actually a complaint. It felt more like a cabinet of curiosities or a stationary carnival show, all photographs and old furniture and yes, an honest-to-god fakey fake fossilized mermaid.

The first two are boxes in the main theatre, and the second is the Black Mariah they have in the stage area, which was the hearse for Tombstone during the 1880s. Apparently it's fairly rare.



Look! Writers!

(Okay, this was actually the mirror in some old writing desk. We're just being meta and ironical.)

We made it back in pretty much record time -- even beat the sunset and therefore the wolves back to Tucson! -- and had pizza willshetterly made for dinner and watched CM. And now we are futzing with the guitar and other people are singing while me and my sore throat (yes, I'm still getting over being sick) are writing this post.

In conclusion, have some more of Signs: An Occasional Series!



I think there is a nice warm soak on the menu this evening, and then I am probably taking tomorrow off Adventuring (tm) in order to actually get some freaking writing done. So there may not be so many pictures tomorrow, unless I corner the cats.