It’s a small graveyard with freshly painted epitaphs on wood markers. Like almost everything in town, it is maintained for the benefit of the tourists who keep the town alive. Now, folks can tour the town in horse-drawn wagons.
—and when they’re through, they can whet their whistles at Big Nose Kate’s, a saloon named after the girlfriend of Doc Holliday:
—or they can check out what is billed as the world’s largest rosebush, a century-old Lady Banksia that is large enough to walk under and covers about 8,000 square feet:
Above is the view from a specially-built stand that provides a better sense of the breadth of this amazing bush. Here is the trunk:
You can also pay to see fake shootouts at the O.K. Corral, but Nancy and I spent our cash on ice creams instead.