We drove to Oatman today. Because my last thoughtful post was mercilessly deleted, this will be brief. We drove through Radiator Springs on Route 66 to get there. Wild burros roamed the streets, as did bikers and senior citizens. Josh got bit on the chest by one camo-not-carrot-seeking burro, but ended up feeding others carrots. K had a giant fry bread with peaches and whipped cream for lunch while the badly tuned coin-operated player piano serenaded us with "El Paso". There was a gunfight the boys thought was much too loud.
