An Unexpected Stop in Benson
Benson Travel Blog› entry 22 of 94 › view all entries
The TravBuddy group that gathered in the Hilton Hotel parking lot was considerably larger than that at the pre meet-up last night. Some had arrived later last night; others, this morning. It was a strong turn-out. I parked the Volkswagen for the day and rode to Tombstone with Jim, Liz, and Adrian. Jim's rental car had much more power, speed, stability, and comfort than the aging VW. The dash-mounted GPS that he carries worldwide led us onto Interstate 10 East. The hour or so drive was a perfect opportunity to finally meet longtime TB friends Liz (Quest) from Norway and Jim (blenderboy) from Milwaukee - and to meet Adrian (acowboy) a native American of the Navajo tribe from northern Arizona. I was in awe most of that ride - fascinated by the variety of TravBuddies gathered in one place.
A weekend flea-market was taking place in Benson - at a rustic monastery on the edge of town - and we decided to stop and check it out.
Friendships bonded as Liz snapped countless pictures, Jim played with stick horses and hula hoops, and Adrian pointed out genuine Indian jewelry that was actually fake. As we prepared to leave, approaching the parking lot, a lone musician strummed 'Jambalaya' on his guitar - greeting new arrivals with the same tune that I heard the Langner Family play back in Branson, Missouri. It sounded great. Our unexpected visit to Benson was a pleasant stop and after about an hour we continued into Tombstone.