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Watch For Falling Rock

My Dad loved ARIZONA.  He was born in Rhode Island, and lived in Connecticut, but we moved out here for my Mother’s health (she had emphysema – better breathing) in 1955.  Obviously long ago (the air is much more polluted now!)

And we took many road trips to learn about our new State, it’s culture, geography and history.  Flagstaff, Tombstone, Montezuma’s Castle, Tuzigoot, Nogales, Horse Thief Basin, Tortilla Flat (yes, it’s a real place!)

falling rock

And, whenever we saw this sign during our travels, my Dad would always regale us with the tale of the forever-missing Indian, Falling Rock.

🙂

Of course, sometimes reality reared it’s ugly head…

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We were never hit – heard a few clunks over the years, though!

Wirecutter – thanks for the memory flogger!

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About guffaw1952

I'm a child of the 50's. libertarian, now medically-retired. I've been a certified firearms trainer, a private investigator, and worked for a major credit card company for almost 22 years. I am a proud NRA Life Member. I am a limited-government, free-market capitalist, who believes in the U.S. Constitution and the Rule of Law.

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