In the whimsical spin of the stop sign and softly rustling leaves, the wayward winds of fall do tease at the crossroads. And you might just head south, instead. For even in the twilight sky, diamond stars will shimmer and knowingly wink at the adventurous few, travelling southward.
After a satisfying weekend of ghost sightings in Bisbee (you don’t have to hunt for them there), it would seem only fitting to visit the eternal resting site intended for the not-so-departed. That would be the cemetery; just outside of town.
Not surprisingly, the cemetery is a rather quiet place, though it is near capacity for gravesites. You won’t be able to see the bats against the black velvet sky, unless by moonlight; which seldom seems to shine.
Then, just when it seems prudent to turn back, you see a vintage airstream, gleaming in the starlight. Curiosity deepens as another airstream comes into view, and another. By the time you realize it is an entire campground full of campers from yesteryear, you’ll be transported to another dimension; where everything is as it was, though perhaps not as it seems.
This camp; consisting of ten units, each with its own theme and a percolator, are available for rent by the week or weekend, with a down home Diner on site, and everything presented in a strictly fifties atmosphere, where the likes of Gogi Grant and Jody Reynolds croon through ancient metal speaker boxes about Endless Sleep and the Wayward Wind.
Two units of note are the 1947 Polynesian style Tiki Bus, where unsuspecting sleepers are treated to the peculiar sensation of someone sprinkling sand on their faces—all night, and the 1951 Royal Mansion where midnight snacks are regularly sought in the fridge by someone other than the resting renters!
Nevertheless, according to reviews on TripAdvisor, this place is on a lot of bucket lists and a highly recommended destination. I’ve saved the name for last and in a second you’ll know why.
It’s called The Shady Dell! Though not to be confused with my dear friend at Shady Dell Music & Memories, I thought this might be of interest :-)
Gratitude: Sopping socks or not, I’m grateful for unexpected rain that makes me appreciate sunshine all the more, friendships that strengthen with time, and a dog who brings me the slippers I yearned for the whole time I stood in the rain at the races!
Wednesday Word(s): Uprisings related to Global Warming.
Have you been to either of the Shady Dells? (Highly recommended;-)) Any gratitude thoughts for today? Could Global Warming possibly be related to riots and beheadings?