Tucson 4th Avenue
A brochure for 4th Avenue in downtown Tucson seemed interesting (lots of artsy sounding places).
Finding it led to one of the most colossal navigation failures since we tried to find the entrance to Carcassonne, France (but that is another story). Someone may have said 4th Street instead of 4th Avenue or someone may have heard 4th Street instead of 4th Avenue (there was no recording, so we will never know). However, the navigator might have realized that we were not headed toward a dense urban area. By the time the driver realized something was amiss, curiosity as to what and where 4th Street actually was overcame any potential domestic disharmony. We were at the very edge of metro Tucson when we got off of I10 to find that 4th Street was in a gated mobile home park. The let down was so ironic, that all was forgiven. After all, it was nothing compared to the van breakdown.
Heading back we passed the largest boneyard for decommissioned aircraft in AZ. Quite a sight, even driving by.
https://www.airplaneboneyards.com/davis-monthan-afb-amarg-airplane-boneyard.htm
We finally found 4th Avenue and it seemed like a throwback to the 60's. No trendy galleries. Just a bunch of smoke shops, bars, thrift store and restaurants (none of which caught our interest). The Dairy Queen made it all worthwhile.
Read MoreFinding it led to one of the most colossal navigation failures since we tried to find the entrance to Carcassonne, France (but that is another story). Someone may have said 4th Street instead of 4th Avenue or someone may have heard 4th Street instead of 4th Avenue (there was no recording, so we will never know). However, the navigator might have realized that we were not headed toward a dense urban area. By the time the driver realized something was amiss, curiosity as to what and where 4th Street actually was overcame any potential domestic disharmony. We were at the very edge of metro Tucson when we got off of I10 to find that 4th Street was in a gated mobile home park. The let down was so ironic, that all was forgiven. After all, it was nothing compared to the van breakdown.
Heading back we passed the largest boneyard for decommissioned aircraft in AZ. Quite a sight, even driving by.
https://www.airplaneboneyards.com/davis-monthan-afb-amarg-airplane-boneyard.htm
We finally found 4th Avenue and it seemed like a throwback to the 60's. No trendy galleries. Just a bunch of smoke shops, bars, thrift store and restaurants (none of which caught our interest). The Dairy Queen made it all worthwhile.
