My first foray into the Wild West
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Right after we landed at PHX, my mom and I met up with my friend Emily and her husband. We had lunch together and then decided to check out a ghost town about 45 minutes outside Phoenix. We had never seen a ghost town before, and coming from Virginia, the Wild West is like a fantasy for us. We only know the colonial history of the East, not the romanticly dangerous West of the mid to late 1800s.
Sitting at the foot of the Superstition Mountains, Goldfield claims to the only "authentic" ghost town in the Valley. The liveliest building in town used to be a bordello. Across from the bordello was a one-room jailhouse, complete with a hanging stand. The stand looked big enough for three people, but the jailhouse only catered to one. Lots of crime that needed punishment tout de suite?
Several of the buildings continue to house merchants selling touristy stuff like cowboy boots, Apache artifacts, hoochie mama clothing, alcohol, and ice cream.
After our visit, we returned to the hotel in downtown Phoenix. My friends had mentioned that sunsets in the desert are gorgeous. I know what they mean now. We caught the sun setting as we left the hotel for dinner.
We walked around Scottsdale for an hour or two while I tried to find the funky area of town I visited a few years ago, but to no avail. Instead, we had sandwiches at this cute ice cream shop, Sugar Bowl Ice Cream Parlor and Restaurant, that opened in 1957.