Arizona has some interesting places. Out in the middle of nowhere is this resurrected ghost town, Oatman. It is only a few blocks of small western stores, with touristy dustables. (I picked up a nightshirt that I shouldn't have to dust) I guess the original Route 66 used wind through Oatman. And when the new Route bypassed Oatman, the population dwindled from 10,000 to 60. That happened to many of the small towns when they built the new pass.
We ate at this diner. They say there are about 10,000 one-dollar bills stapled to the walls.
And then there is the gunfight in the street every so often. But mostly, Oatman is known for the wild donkeys that roam the streets looking for handouts. I'm not sure how wild they are; but, apparently they live in the hills in the area. Some of the stores sell carrots so you can feed them. They will walk up to anyone that even remotely looks like a good candidate for a handout and nudge you with their nose.
There were a lot of babies about town when we were there. You are NOT to feed the babies. Probably a good idea.
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