We camped at Craggy Wash in Lake Havasu City, AZ, a free dispersed camping area on BLM land.
How Craggy Wash got its name...
View of our campsites from the top of the hill just before sunset.
The next morning we drove back in time on a portion of old Route 66 to the historic gold-mining town of Oatman.
Route 66
There were photo opportunities along the way.
The sign, like the town, has seen better days.
The roadsides leading into Oatman were lined with Christmas decorations, this one courtesy of the Red Hot Red Hat Mamas.
I liked the snowman rock cairn.
We all had our picture taken here.
A little about the history of Oatman.
And the burros, who may actually outnumber permanent residents today.
Ruins of some of the gold-mining buildings.
I think this is the new mayor of Oatman coming to greet us.
He sure was a smart ass wanting to search our vehicle.
The burros aren't concerned about finding a public restroom.
Once slaves to the gold-miners, they now are free-roaming, but they do earn their way by endearing themselves to tourists.
The new Oatman takes advantage of the burros and Rte 66 to sell just about anything tacky.
So our first stop of course was the Arizona Girls Tacky Shack.
Which lived up to its name. I bought a couple of post cards though, so I was not immune.
Anita submits to being tacky...
Anita was taking a tacky picture of Sandi when I noticed the burro approaching.
I think he likes her, but I didn't post the picture that proves it. I'm not that tacky.
We voted this guy the cutest burro.
Sandi became the pied piper of burros.
I think this camper may have driven the old Route 66 way back then.
More stuff for sale...it's all stuff.
The town of Oatman was named after Olive Oatman's family who were attacked by Apache Indians in 1851. Olive and one sister and brother were the only survivors.
You can read her story here.
An old west town wouldn't be complete without a gunfight, and so we watched one.
The nice part about it was that donations collected after the gunfight went to Shriners Hospital for children.
We went to the Oatman Hotel Restaurant for lunch. I think this burro was trying to rent a room.
The inside walls and ceilings were lined with $1 bills.
The upstairs was a museum where the honeymoon suite of Carole Lombard and Clark Gable was preserved.
These are not ordinary burros.
Oh, too bad. We're going to miss the July 4 Sidewalk Egg Fry.
Our last stop (as it usually is) was the Oatman Jail. I'm surprised they didn't need one before 1936.
And you know who ended up in stocks.
Leaving Oatman, back down Route 66.
Sunset at Craggy Wash.
