Bisbee is an interesting mix. A combination of the old west and new age, where you'll find artists, hippies, bikers and cowboys all side-by-side. The common denominator is their desire to escape the "City." But can you really blame them? On more than one occasion, when asked where I was from, was told, "I used to live in Phoenix," in a tone implying that they were much happier living in Bisbee.
Joining me on the trip to Bisbee were my cousin Jenni and her daughter Janelle, who were the perfect traveling companions.
There is Room at the Inn
There are no chain hotels in Old Bisbee, so if you're traveling there on a busy weekend -- and, yes, Bisbee does have busy weekends -- you'd better plan ahead. And you better have good Internet search skills too. What you'll find tucked among the shops, saloons and local residences are a number B&B's and small inns, with a limited supply of rooms.
We, or rather Janelle, found a charming suite at The Carolina, a small property consisting of three refurbished miner's apartments perched on "B" hill above Brewery Avenue. The red-brick building dates back to 1905, but inside it has all the conveniences of modern day living.
At the front of the building was a long porch, where we could sit and look out over the town, as well as count the Harley's outside of St. Elmo's bar. But in the back was the best feature of all. A hidden garden. Apparently few residences in Bisbee have backyards, or much of a yard at all, so this was a real treat. The perfect place to enjoy a glass of wine in the early evening or perhaps a 12-pack and some pot late at night. Not us -- someone else, as we guessed by all the empty beer cans and the strange little "pipe" they left behind.
But what can I say, it's Bisbee. And other than some noise, no harm was done. In fact, it only added to my fascination with Bisbee.
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