Days go by, and before we know it, we’re stopping for coffee to help propel our drive into another weekend away from Phoenix. Where, pray tell, are we going? Dutch Bros, obviously, unless you mean our ultimate destination, which on this day is about 200 miles out of town.

As I walked up to the window at Dutch, there were these “His and Hers Deluxe Flossers with Built-in Dental Picks” sitting on the ground, waiting for a lucky couple to find them, and now they are all ours. The rarity of the occasion is an incredible surprise because we typically only see flossers flying solo, and I can’t recollect coming across a flosser with an included dental pick. True astonishment doesn’t arrive easily, but today, we are swooning at the serendipitous nature of this magic moment and are happy to share it here for posterity on the blog of John and Caroline Wise.

Goodbye, Geronimo. We watch this town, which likely never had a chance, decay and disappear from the map. Some day, it will disappear from memory. Once upon a time, this place was the home of Camp Thomas, but it was moved east and became Fort Thomas. At some point, there was a small town here with lodging, a market, a gas station, supposedly a post office, and even a rail stop, but the information was thin.

Just trying to find any photos from a time these businesses were operational has proven impossible. Has this place always looked like a murder scene?

This must be some extremely rare piece of audio equipment, as learning a thing about this Kawasaki amplifier/equalizer is more difficult than finding any info about this ghost town called Geronimo.

The adage, “Go West,” is not being heeded this day as our destination is to the east.

We were still more than an hour away from Duncan, Arizona, and the Simpson Hotel, where we’ll be spending the weekend. If that name sounds familiar, it would be because we’ve stayed there on a few other occasions, and I’m guessing we might return for yet one more visit later this year.