Walked over for coffee and oatmeal at the Drouin's Air B&B. Relaxed for a while afterwards. We are seniors after all. Then we took a midmorning walk around the old town of Bisbee. We climbed four of the nine staircases totaling 526 steps. That's just over 50% of the 1,000 if any one is counting. Bisbee has the annual Bisbee1000 the third week of October if you care to come join the fun. It's a race, so start training now. After our walk, we retired to our personal abodes for more rest, and for Ed, a siesta. We'll meet up again for dinner at the local Vietnamese noodle house. We heard from Liz that she's overnighting another night in Palm Springs, so we won't see her until tomorrow evening. That's just about all the adventure we've enjoyed so far today. The best part besides wandering aimlessly with good friends, is enjoying the eclectic art and the general ambience of this town. It's quite amazing to see it remake itself after the big money pulled out. If you think about the arc of the town, it's the perfect example of why hope will never die. Even though Bisbee was born because of the growth imperative our system of capitalism, unsustainable as it is, those with the money saw wealth when they pictured the abstraction of copper, silver, and gold ore coming out of the ground. Their eyes reflected dollar signs. They began extracting every bit of the ore leaving behind depletion and pollution. When the ore ran out, so did the money men. They left the place derelict until the place was rediscovered by the back to the earth hippies of the seventies. Now the place has become hip, and the ore now comes out of the pockets of tourist in the form of cash and credit cards. So it goes that from discarded rubble new fortunes are made. It just goes to show that regardless of the events, life is good, especially today.
It's a steep climb.
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