Next morning, Dad and I walked back to the beach to throw the tumbleweed we caught into the ocean. Dad said we'd be bringing desert to the sea. I said I'd get another chance to stick my feet in the waves, which I did.
Then, after breakfast we started driving to Tombstone. The traffic was so stupid again that Dad decided to get off the Interstate and drive down the coast highway. Great idea! Not only was it faster, it was cool scenery. I like the beach. I want to spend my whole next vacation there.
Since we got a late start, we didn't get to our hotel in Tombstone until after 11 at night. It was not like the other hotels we stayed at. Instead it was kinda small and creepy and I felt kinda creeped out. But Dad felt good about it and when I woke up the next morning after sleeping like a log, I felt okay about it too.
Tombstone is booooorrrring! Nothing opened until afternoon -- gunfighter shows, OK Corral, that stuff -- and Dad said we didn't have time to stick around. So we walked through the Boot Hill cemetery (cause it was free and on the way out of town). Lame. Won't go back. Dad said he won't either.
