My in-laws were here for a week and so we did a whole hecka-lotta things, most of which I failed to get pictures of because I was chasing after one kid or another. One thing that we did and that I did take at least some pictures of is head down to Kartchner Caverns.
The caves are "alive" so you are not allowed to touch anything. Or take pictures. Or touch the curbs on the side of the walkway, or let your clothes touch the curbs. Or talk or complain that you hate the caves while the fussy tour guide is talking (Ethan, I'm looking at you).
|Photo appropriated from Arizona State Parks|
This is what the formations look like. It's very pretty, and also impressive how much work two U of A grad students did to keep this thing a secret while trying to get it turned into a state park before it fell victim to vandals and thieves. The tour was fun for the kids, but a little over their heads what with the guide going on and on about how carbon dioxide dissolved the limestone to form the cave, and the barometric pressure of the cave, and the minerals contained in the various colors of the rock, etc. I would give a green light to those 5 and over. What I really wanted to do (Ethan as well) was to climb off the path and wander around, but I think what with the no touching policy, I would have been arrested.
|Budding cavers inside the visitor's center|
|Ethan mostly just wanted to play with the lockers and cried when I dragged him away|
After this, I took the two littler kids home for naps while Mark and Darlene took Lillian down to Tombstone. I was skeptical that they would last very long as it was already pushing 100 at 11:30, but they didn't come back until 6 or so. I presume they saw gunfights, wandered around Boot Hill, and saw the courthouse. I know there was sarsaparilla involved (which who knew was spelled like that?) but I didn't see any pictures, so these reports cannot be independently verified.
Thanks for coming Darlene and Mark, and thanks for doing all the dishes while you were here. Seriously, that was amazing.