Upon entering the bar, you can see it is pocket-sized, yet immaculate. The bar, stools, and low tables are all made of a dark and rich wood that adds to the vibe. Doc’s is a cozy joint that caters to a motley crowd. The drinks are made stiff and the bartenders are both pleasant and warmhearted. After a few cordial drinks, it is not out of the ordinary to have the locals strike up curious conversation. At this point, it is highly suggested to inquire about the celebrated Doc Holliday.
There are varying different versions, but one will soon learn that the Doc is buried in the Linwood Cemetery on the way out of town. There are just enough signs for the gravesite that it piques one’s curiosity. So, bring some hiking shoes, as the cemetery is a quarter of a mile up a hill. This is not a bad idea if you quit drinking the night before. However, the more you drink at Doc Holliday’s the more friends you make and the later you stay out. This makes the next day’s hike excruciating. A daring and dehydrated walk up the hill becomes a bitter disappointment when coming across a sign that informs tourists that there is a good chance that good old Doc is not buried there.
What the hell? Why did I just walk up this hill then?