First on our tour was Tuzigoot, a US National Monument according to Wikipedia. Excavated ruins that I believe had housed some Native American tribe a long time ago. Just as Montezuma's Castle had been. A small dwelling build in the middle of the face of a cliff. They believe that the Native Americans had abandoned the sight one hundred years before the first European settlers arrived. The causes are unknown but there are some suggestions: War, famine, drought, they fell off the side, Starbucks bought it to put up a store.
After a day of touring we were off to relax with some jazz in a park in Prescott. It was by a street called Whiskey Row. The street was reminiscent of New Orlean's Bourbon Street but it had a more western vibe. It was lively, but I imagine one hundred and fifty years ago it would have been even more lively, and much less touristy.
Then we walked across a highway. Apparently, some politician (maybe a senator) had gotten very drunk one evening, and nearly been killed trying to cross the highway. Careful to avoid a future fatality, this politician installed a crossing so that it was safe to cross. A highway.
We ate dinner at a brewery. Very much British themed, although with typical Americanised fare as well. I had nachos, and bangers and mash. Which I couldn't finish. The portions were still American sized. The beer was pretty decent as well.
The evening consisted of more time failing to find a suitable car to rent, and Ed making his first contribution to finding us some accommodation. He found a cheap room at Harrah's Casino for our one night in Vegas.
