Showing posts with label Oatman Arizona. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oatman Arizona. Show all posts

Thursday, March 7, 2013

THE Trip, THE Encore' :: Route 66, The Mother Road

Copyright 2013, CABS for Reflections From the Fence

One of the draws/sites we were encouraged to experience while we were in the Bullhead City area was Oatman, and Route 66.  We were able to click both off the bucket list in one day trip. Leave Bullhead City, over to Oatman, south to Topock, west on I 40 to Needles and back north to Bullhead City.


There is the sign, we did it!


This well patched section of Route 66 was before Oatman (while we were still traveling easterly).


After our visit to Oatman, we jumped back on Route 66 and headed south.  I captured this memorial or monument of some kind with Sony Too and a lot of zoom.  We did not stop here, wish we had.  You know there is a story.


Route 66 stretches out before us, down hill, curves, valley floors, beautiful land forms.  Imagine if you can, driving this in 1950, in the summer, with no air conditioning in your vehicle.  A bit intimidating.


Jolly's GPS announced we were indeed on Historic Route 66.  How cool is that??


At Topock, this famous bridge, no longer for vehicle traffic.  This is Trails Arch Bridge which now carries natural gas pipelines across the river.  Google it, this is a marginal photo at best, it is quite beautiful. I took this from I 40 as we turned west for a few miles.


While in Oatman we splurged and indulged and are now proud owners of some Route 66 t-shirts and I am the proud owner of one blue and black Route 66 hat!


Route 66, a huge piece of American automotive history.  (This is at the southern entrance to Oatman.)


Slightly faded, but, never forgotten.




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Wednesday, March 6, 2013

THE Trip, THE Encore' :: Oatman and the Burrows

Copyright 2013, CABS for Reflections From the Fence

Near Bullhead City Arizona you can find the Mother Road, Route 66 and the "town" of Oatman.  They mined gold around Oatman, but the claim to fame now has to be the burrows that roam the town.  Obviously the burrows wander around outside of town as well:


Looking up the main drag:


I think one really should leave this dude a good tip, don't you.  He is kinda creepy.


Ole mining towns have to have old wheels.


I debated whether I should include this photo, but, well, here it is, so, looks like I lost the debate, eh? No, you are not looking at a rather healthy collection of cacti, you are looking at the sign.  In case you cannot read it, it says, Don't cr*p in the cactus.  OK, you have been warned!


Another warning sign:


Sign hangin' outside the Oatman Hotel.


Clark Gable and Carole Lombard were married in Kingman (just up the road a piece) in 1939 and honeymooned in the Oatman Hotel.  The hotel had a copy of the marriage license displayed on the wall,  The genie in me could not resist this photo.


You can draw your own decisions on what this next photo means.  Looks to me that the wild wild west is still a bit wild.  Swift justice and all that, a rope hanging from a very high board.  Wonder who they hung last??


But, really, one of the big draws to Oatman are the wild, err, tame burrows.


This infant just laid down in the middle of the street and took a nap.


Yes, there is a sticky note on this babie's head.  It says:  "STOP, Do not feed me anything."


We missed the shootout show, but, had a very nice lunch and a leisurely walk round town.  Yes, you do need to go to Oatman, at least one time. I mean, old gold mines, historic hotels, and burrows walking the streets, what more do you need??  Nothing I can think of - - 




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