When it comes to United States independence, one usually thinks of the US as a whole, while in Texas, it clearly started in Goliad. Goliad, rich in it’s history boasts beautiful architecture in it’s court house and it’s Spanish Mission Espiritu Santu. Dar spent the day in Goliad, photographing the birthplace of Texas independence.
While on a walking tour of San Antonio, we photographed the incredible Bexar County Courthouse, the Guinness World Record holding Fairmont Hotel which was actually moved 5 blocks, and the Majestic Theater. The architecture in Texas is incredible, from the Missions, to the courthouses, to the theaters and dance halls.
On Day 2 of our visit to Tucson, we went downtown to see the Hotel Congress, the last place John Dillinger slept before being caught by police, then a photography exhibit of John Gutmann. Dar and I split up so I could travel south 30 miles to go underground into the Titan Missile Museum while she saw an Ansel Adams exhibit. Then some history – the El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson and finally wine and an appetizer at the Hacienda Del Sol.
A short day’s drive from Destiny RV Park in Goodyear through to our new 3 day home in Tucson. We stopped at the Rooster Cogburn Ostrich Ranch along the way before leveling out our RV at Whispering Palms RV Park. Then we took a quick tour of Fourth Avenue in downtown Tucson and did some shopping.
The Apache Trail is officially known as Route 88 and runs eastward from Apache Junction to Roosevelt Dam where it meets up with Route 188. In between these two points we discovered an are rich in history and some incredibly terrifying roads. Starting our day with the Elvis Church and Apache Trail Museum, we moved on to Goldfield and toured the home made ghost town where we watched an old west shootout. Tortilla Flat is located where the pavement ends and the 22 miles of gravel begins. We stopped for lunch at the famous Superstition Saloon where Rob saddled up to the bar before trying their chili. The next 2 hours on gravel road and down Fish Creek Hill was about the most invigorating and terrifying thing we’ve ever done. We were never more grateful for pavement when we got to the end.