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Admittedly this is the long way around, up old Route 66, but I personally think it's the best way! This twisty, turny road takes us all the way to the top of Sitgreaves Pass.
Why, looky here. Is this the stairway to heaven? What is it doing out here in the middle of nowhere, apparently going to nowhere?
Alas, I must know what is at the top of these abandoned steps.
Granpa's first thoughts are of rattlesnakes. I believe that snakes don't want a bite of me any more than I want a bite of them, so up I go. Besides, the rule is, pay attention to where you put your feet and where you put your hands. Then you'll be just fine.
And this is what I find.
I have no clue why it is here. The view is fabulous, but there's no spot flat enough to build a shack much less a house.
but there's no spot flat enough to build a shack much less a house. Granpa opines that it may be a shrine of some sort. Maybe newlyweds were driving through here and had a traffic accident, went over the edge. Maybe it's just something someone built for wildlife to have a spot of water between rainfalls. But really, no clue.
If you're paying attention you know by now that Arizona is overflowing with mysteries. Except for these guys.
We know that these burros (donkeys to us Texans) were left behind by goldminers from the 1800's. The one in the center of the photo has a white blaze face. Pretty unusual. If it's a jenny, I'd like to take her home to our jack, Mordacai.
A bit farther down the road is another bunch. Two whites, a dusky brown, and your typical grey Crucifix donkey (idential to our Mordacai).
This area around Oatman is swarming with descendants on those abandoned lil' critters. But we're still climbing the mountains in search of Sitgreaves Pass. Gotta run! Sam's Club awaits.
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