We're back in Tucson, Arizona...and it's already abnormally hot for mid-March. 94 degrees Fahrenheit; 33 degrees Celsius! But the warmth and the good winter rains have started a wonderful floral display!
Here's Polly in front of one of the signs in Oatman, Arizona...the ghost mining town along Route 66. As you saw in an earlier post, Oatman is famous for its free-ranging burros. This shop is called the Classy Ass. But my friend Polly is the Classiest of All!
There's a crazy little ghost mining town on old Route 66 called Oatman, Arizona. One of its main distinctions is that descendants of the miner's burros still roam the street (and have right of way!!). And, if you go into the old Hotel Bar, every surface is packed with dollar bills that visitors have stapled to.... everything! This is the Wild West all right!