GHOST HUNTERS

Bisbee is chock full of ghosts. In fact, I think that it's one of the most haunted towns I've come across in Arizona, along with Jerome and Globe.  Incidentally, all three are mining towns. Julie and I investigated a stairwell just up the hill from the Bisbee Grand Hotel. We had seen a rather intriguing photo captured there by someone who said he was standing there waiting and he had this strange sense to turn and when he saw the staircase, he felt the need to photograph it and he got something very unusual - weird lights, odd looking shape. Julie and I went to test it, but as soon as I stood at the bottom of the stairs, I had a sense of a female wanting to come down but cautious. I got all this information in my head at once that spirits access the stairs often, but not when people use it. She wasn't sure if we were going to go away or not. I stepped up and whispered, "come on down, it's okay, come on." I went and sat on the stairs while Julie photographed me

There's some interesting dynamics being reported from folks in the field in Texas. One of them involves some rather unusually aggressive behavior among potentially provoked Bigfoot, as well as "unnamed authorities" covering up the woodland activity and generally harassing Bigfoot researchers. When probed about why the Bigfoot in East Texas are hoping around like bare feet on hot pavement, a poignant insight was made about the unlimited resources in East Texas and the rather tough to navigate thicket and bogs that make fantastic Bigfoot breeding grounds to perhaps the extent of creating a population boom. Unless conditions change drastically, the majority of Bigfoot seem to stay in regions they are accustomed to and not migrating north and south with the seasons like snowbirds as some researchers believe. However, in a hugely disruptive environmental change, Bigfoot can push on to find better new territories. In some cases, resources can be endangered and that is where I

On the edge of the Lavender Pit Mine in Bisbee, Arizona is a little ghost town called Lowell.  Julie and I stumbled onto it looking for a diner that had breakfast. We were wondering why all these bikers were wandering the street taking pics of each other in front of stores and cars until we stopped and studied it and realized the street was retained as a 1950s relic.

( tiredness and hard beds ) We took off from Tombstone midday and arrived in the charming mining town of Bisbee - We checked into the Copper Queen Hotel - awesome place! Just love it!  This old historic hotel is not only perfectly located to walk to EVERYTHING, but right alongside Brewery Gulch where the fun honky tonk bars are. Lots of yuppie shops for gourmets and antique shoppers, but also a fun population of very relaxed folks escaping the rat race to live as artists, expressionists, free souls, or even stoners, but it's all fun and good. They are a kind town that likes its visitors and perhaps feels a bit of sympathy for us because we can only visit and not stay in that suspended state of creating and relaxing that they get to do every day. We got the Grace Dodge room. It was a sweet corner room on the third floor, #312. It had two beds and a clawfoot tub and right outside the window close beside our room was a beautiful church - The hotel touts 3 famous ghosts; a cigar smokin

Nick Redfern is the very special guest on Paranormal Geeks Radio .  Nick is one of my very favorite author/researchers in the field of all things unexplained. He might just be the king of Paranormal Geeks! He has numerous fantastic books and articles published all over.  Check out the books on Amazon and your eyes will pop out!  He is into the tantalizing, as well, like Men In Black and conspiracies, Mothman, Bigfoot, you name it! Hear that? That's the sound of my toes curling! Listen in tonight. I'll be in the chatroom listening avidly!

Julie and I trekked on, putting on our hats and boots and stepping back in time in Tombstone! We worried we might be off on a bad note. We checked into the Tombstone Grand and it set the tone by having their computers out, except for one, and a line of bikers waiting to check in. A long while later and with a guy at the front desk who couldn't give proper directions for the rooms, we managed to enter to find they had stairs and no elevator on our end, so we had to make a few trips dragging luggage up to our room. Hot and exhausted, I tried the soda machine - all out. Checked for ice -- none. The bed was hard. It was noisy. And generally so miserable that I highly advise do not stay there! That being said, we did decide to do Tombstone up and so we walked the streets and checked things out before going out to supper at Big Nosed Kate's Saloon where they had live music, cold beer, and lots of yummy appetizers. The place was packed on a weeknight and everyone was having a good ti

I had an image of this when I first moved here in 1977. I thought people still rode horses and had hitching posts. I didn't know goofy things like, there are orange trees everywhere. First time I saw one, I said "mom, what's those orange things on those trees?" She laughed, "oranges!" I didn't know citrus grew here. I imagined a row of Saguaros. The mountains are naked here in the desert - They turn purple, blue and mauve depending on the sun and where it is in the sky. The land is generally flat and you get 180 degrees of sky - you can see so far away, in fact, that you watch distant mountain ranges and drive towards them but you might not be there for 70 miles. The air is dry, the sun sharp and ruthless. You get a lot of static shocks when you touch metal here - A LOT! Air blows warm or even downright hot. It kicks up dust and in monsoon season - huge Haboobs - dust storms!  It's an insane wall of orange dust that rises up so high in the sky that i

Next on Julie's and my trek through the Arizona desert, we went from "THE THING" (yesterday's post) to Tombstone. On the way, we like to be playful. We saw a huge area in Texas Canyon filled with boulders everywhere. It made us think of one of our favorite campy movies "Tremors." So, we had to stop and pay homage to Burt Gummer! Let the road tell you what you're going to do. Don't try to dominate the road with plans and time tables. Believe me, you will find all kinds of serendipity.  We heard of a monastery in St. David, Arizona and we were intrigued, so we stopped and found the single most peaceful place I've ever felt energy wise, even more than Sedona. It was filled with lovely feng shui and quiet. We wandered by the pond, the chapel, cemetery, and meditation garden. I stood in the meditation garden on the bridge over the koi fish pond and closed my eyes, drinking in the energy and feeling renewed when I felt someone's eyes on me. I opene