It was Saturday morning, the beginning of our three-day drive from Tucson back to Chicago, in tombstone appeared to be 27 miles off I10. How much time would it add to the trip? But why take driving vacations if you don't stop to see what's between point A and point B. So, detour we did. Because hey, Wyatt Earp, square-jawed Hugh O'Brian with his flat brimmed hat and Buntline Special, Doc Holliday, the gunfight at the OK Corral? Ya gotta do it! This particular Saturday happened to be the 138th anniversary of said gunfight. The Cochise County Courthouse is the actual State Park/museum, where, after paying a nominal fee of a few dollars, we spent well over an hour. Leaving the courthouse, we were confronted with 200 riders on horseback commemorating Wyatt Earp's vendetta ride to capture the men who had murdered his brother Morgan. We then wandered the wooden sidewalks of Main St, soaking up the atmosphere as men in Stetsons, knee-high boots, jingling spurs, and dual silver-plated ivory handled forty-fives wandered the wooden sidewalks, and rode up and down the dusty street. Unable to get a table at the Bird Cage Theater, Tombstone's lone surviving original building, we opted for cowboy breakfast and a beer at the Longhorn. After breakfast, we chose not to stay another half hour to see the reenactment of the gunfight, mounted our trusty gray steed (minivan), and made it back to I10, glad for the 5-hour sidetrip.