4 @ Route 66

Kingman being a stop over point held little interest, so 50+ miles later we wound our way over Selveman pass and to the quaint cowboy town of Oatman. Just through the pass leaving Kingman a huge expansive saltbush plane dotted with small white structures. 
As we drove closer to the rugged mountains thrusting their way skyward with their pointed rock formations the white turned into many caravan house sites littered with debris. Land prices we saw were $500 for 2.5acres. Not highly favourable for the employed.

The mountain range presented itself and so did the change in vegetation.
As the this famous mother road wound it's way into the hills desperate to find a simple way to get to the top we encountered many narrow switchbacks giving us a ever changing view of the hills dotted with cacti and other plants struggling for survival.
Hesitated on the way up at cool solitary building called Cool Springs for photo opportunity. 
Crossing the Sitgreaves pass we soon arrived in ramshackle town of Oatman which thrust us back to the Wild West. Corrugated buildings, wooden boardwalks and burro's.

Well that in it self is ok except Lenore and Declan became besotted with theses animals particularly the foals. Photo opportunity might exist for a fleeting time but OMG not for hours. 
A few foals were walking the main street with their mothers in tow scavenging off the tourists, hindering traffic and demonstrating street ownership. There were maybe 20 or so walking thru while we were there.

The town, full touristy but fun and reminiscent of how it maybe was in that era.

The visit proved to be the highlight of Route 66, providing a more interactive of how it was then we enjoyed the experience and wound or way back to Kingman stoping for an ice cream at Cool Springs. 
George there was good to chat to in his quaint scarcely adorned shop.

Back at Kingman grabbing a coffee and a pee at Mr Z diner we discovered that the iPad was still left behind at Cool Springs. Bugger!
Retraced sites and George who knew us quite well by now having flipped thru our photo library offered more conversation before buying another Tshirt as a thank you and back to Kingman and onto Route 66.
Peach Springs and other small wayside stops were mostly run down servo stations littered with old debris reminiscent of the era and selling a myriad of trinkets.
The town of Williams closest to Flagstaff was more substantial and interesting but failed to attract any of our dollars.

On to Flagstaff.