We're crossing Arizona today. We detoured across Route 66, taking the scenic route through Oatman. Just before town we came across some Christmas trees:
I include the car and surrounding area just to provide a proper sense of the middle-of-nowhere-ness of the location.
Then when we got into Oatman we had to wait for the daily gunfight to clear the road. So while we waited we got out and bought some kettle corn and watched the baby burro:
That basically made the scenic route worth it.
Is that that weird place we went where the burros roam the streets and there's a cliff outside of town where people like to have their ashes scattered?
Yup, that's the place.