The Colonel and His Lady
I went to Picacho Park, between Tucson and Phoenix and killed two birds with one stone, as it were. The poppies at Picacho are just at their prime (I couldn't resist the alliteration) and this weekend was the annual re-enactment of the Battle of Picacho Peak - the battle furthest west of the American Civil War (1861-1865). Thought the battle was barely a skirmish between about a dozen Federal troops and about as many Confederates, it's become quite a thing here in Arizona.
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