We just returned from a quick trip to Tucson to get our park model ready to sell. It wasn't a particularly exciting trip, so I had not planned to do a blog post. But we had such a neat experience on the way back that I changed my mind.
We came back on Highway 40 through Arizona. On previous trips we noticed signs for historic Route 66, but we had never tried it. Since this could be our last trip, we decided to drive part of it. We got on in Kingman.
The road is amazing. It's hard to imagine that this was once the main road through here. It is two lanes, with just a gravel shoulder.
There were many side roads, none of them paved.
Somewhere along the way we cam across this little store and museum.
Their restroom was just a port-a potty, but it was amazingly clean.
The road became very steep and windy, with sides guarded by just flimsy wire rails.
We were excited when we saw this sign. We kept our eyes peeled, but we didn't see any burros.
Eventually we climbed to the summit, then started down the other side.
After a while we came upon the little town of Oatman, Arizona. We arrived there just past noon, in time for the daily gunfight. They block the only road through town and hope people get out and buy souvenirs and lunch while they wait.
As we waited for the show to finish, we noticed a burro on the other side of the street. He was looking into the ice cream shop, but no one seemed to notice.
Once the gun fight was over, we got back in the car and continued out of town. Then we spotted a bunch of burros coming up the road. They were very tame and friendly. We figured they did this every day. Either they new the tourist routine, or they were released to come into town as part of the show. In any case, we finally got to see our burros, up close and personal.
Just a little past Oatman we rejoined Highway 40. All together we drove about 20 miles on Route 66. It was quite an experience.