They say when you travel through the Mule Pass Tunnel, you go back in time. It’s part lore, part absolute reality. Bisbee moves a little slower than most places, it hasn't quite caught up to the rest of the world. And that's alright.
We don't have major chain establishments here. Our grocery selection is limited and overpriced. Our parking situation could use an overhaul. And you can't go anywhere without running into someone (or several someones) you know. For a somewhat non-social person like myself, that's challenging.
But there's nowhere else I'd rather call home. I'm awestruck from time to time, unexpectedly. I'll walk out the front door of our shop, catch Main St. in a new perspective and think "Wow. I live here..."
My kids have grown up running the streets of Old Bisbee, and not once have I ever worried about them.
I know my coffee roaster. I know my baker. I know my beekeeper. I know my hat maker. And when I go to the post office, I meet up with at least two of them.
Small town mountain life isn't for everyone, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.