What a weekend I tell you, no rest for the wicked.
Saturday started off once again bright and early, only this time we returned so Darcy could finally see Humbug as well as give Dave a hand where needed. We had a great lunch packed and ready to go thanks to the Mr’s while I got the trailer ready. Again, met up with my uncle at 7:30am and we were on our way.
Dave wasted no time giving Darcy the tour and of course we tagged a long once again. This was even better than the last time because Dave took a look at some pictures my uncle shared with him from 1971 prior to us coming out and was able to describe where the photos were taken as well as point out where buildings once stood that were in the photographs.
After spending a week studying Humbug more, and hearing additional information from Dave, I really felt more in tune with this old town. The water was still too high to cross over and see the older parts of Humbug, but we did see some additional treasures that we didn’t see last time. Keep reading
I started the morning off enjoying a bowl of cereal with my daughter, then it was off to meet up with my uncle for our trip to Humbug, AZ to meet up with Dave Burns, caretaker of this old town of days gone by.
Since my uncle had been there before some 30 years ago, I thought I’d let him lead the way. even though I’d been researching the route to take, I didn’t want to waste time getting there. It was bad enough I barely got any sleep the night before thanks to all the excitement of making this trip.
So by about 7:45am, we were on our way to Humbug, making our way through the city. Nothing beats hitting the trail-head bright and early so you have plenty of time to explore, stop for pictures and whatnot. If you’re not gone by 8am, why bother?
The day was going to be a nice one I could tell, not too chilly and no rain in the forecast. Had we tried this trip last weekend however, we may not have been able to cross Humbug Creek on the way in. We were told later in the day that the creek was running 10-12 feet in depth in places. Keep reading
For the longest time, my hair has reminded people of Ace Ventura. Even the multitude of Hawaiian shirts has helped out to an extent. Perhaps the crazy facial expressions?
Not sure why, I’ve had the style long before that movie was around.
However, it would seem things have changed as I’ve recently been compared to someone even cooler, more stylish. Can you guess which of the characters in the clip below fits me the most?
Could it be the duck tail that I take time every morning to style? Could it be the fact that I still use words like groovy and I still dig things? Maybe the fact that my daughter calls me not Father, Dad, or even Daddy, but she calls me Daddy-O? That’s hip!
I'm 40 years old and not ashamed to admit it. I live in Phoenix but dream of cooler places. I'm married, have a daughter and some pets. More geek than jock. Enjoy exploring things that history has forgotten, and going places I'm not supposed to see.
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Dave wasted no time giving Darcy the tour and of course we tagged a long once again. This was even better than the last time because Dave took a look at some pictures my uncle shared with him from 1971 prior to us coming out and was able to describe where the photos were taken as well as point out where buildings once stood that were in the photographs.
So by about 7:45am, we were on our way to Humbug, making our way through the city. Nothing beats hitting the trail-head bright and early so you have plenty of time to explore, stop for pictures and whatnot. If you’re not gone by 8am, why bother?
I'm 40 years old and not ashamed to admit it. I live in Phoenix but dream of cooler places. I'm married, have a daughter and some pets. More geek than jock. Enjoy exploring things that history has forgotten, and going places I'm not supposed to see.
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