It's All Downhill From Sitgreaves Pass

The view from the top is worth a stop!  Getting to Sam's Club has never been so much fun!

Before we get to Oatman, we come across another of Arizona's mysteries:

I wrote about this once before:  http://www.thetravelerstwo.net/2014/01/oatman-arizona-second-time-around.html  It truly is interesting reading.

Just before we arrive in Oatman there is yet another burro - only this one is invasive!

That'll teach me to crusie with the windows down.  Granpa of course, the man who stopped and let this guy in, is laughing his head off.  I personally think the Mayor hired this fella as the offical first-greeter for the town of Oatman, because, when we got into town, there were more burros than residents!  Maybe the mayor IS a burro!

This is it:  the town of Oatman.  There are no suburbs, there is no modern downtown, there is absolutely nothing here but a collection of old, old buildings.  The sidewalks are wooden - and raised - and the flooring in all of the shops is wood plank.  It's one of the last places you could move to and be on the ground floor of, say, an Aspen, Colorado.

We even had to move the burros out of the doorways in order to walk into a shop.  The owner of the store was very serious about not messing them.  She almost behaved as if they were her pet doggies - just like I treat our Mordacai (only I have never let him on the porch much less in the house!)