Grand ghost towns.
Trip Start Aug 30, 2012
19Trip End Sep 16, 2012
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Thought we would give you a brief update of our previous evening and then very early morning. We moseyed into the Red Feather Lodge and decided to have a pint to help us into our slumber. Got to this very bright Mexican restaurant and joined a gaggle of clucking native American drag queens at the bar. Spent the evening sinking into bath tubs of beer and watching Mexican tv shows of people being kicked in the heads by horses and driving up escalators in mobility cards. Best night so far, for me at least.
After a very lovely, but very brief sleep we woke up at 5 am to catch the stars and the sunrise at that there canyon. We sat in the car blinking slowly and smacking our sleepy chops and then headed down the road, ( for a brief moment on the wrong side of the road as Dan noticed after a bit, fortunately it was 5am, so no collisions to report
We are about to trot for breakfast somewhere before heading back towards Vegas via some local ghost towns.... *woooooo* I shall be filling you full of photos this even tide. Tomorrow will be a relaxing day so will be less to tell you about.
WELL, the excitement! Firstly we decided to nip back to the big old' canyon to say goodbye and found a sneaky little private road so were able to make a video for you.
We called into the local souvenir shop and bought junk we didn't need, but really wanted, including my rather spiffing new hat, which says 'Grand Canyon' do that everyone will know I am well travelled and middle class, ( also I noticed our scalps were burning ). We also bought Geoff's first post card. Now, I promised him I would send a card from every city, BUT, it's frigging Labour day weekend so we can't send any until Tuesday! So could someone, probably Ma, please tell him he may get some in a cluster as we canny send them yet
H'enyway, we went pelting doon the highway to or first 'ghost town' viewing called, "Santa Claus", how a small area dedicated to the wonder of the winter magic didn't succeed in Arizona I will never know.
We then went to the next ghost town named Oatman. After a loooong road where we just saw lots of post boxes and cacti we headed towards the mountains. I started to feel a mixture of slightly uncomfortable and sully yourself petrified. The roads were Ziggy Zaggy up and down the desert mountains with the tiny edges crumbling into a canyony cannibally delight. After 30 minutes of stomach ulcer inducing time we arrived in a terrifying half ghost town half residents, (37 to be exact), and more free range donkey's then anyone should witness. After about 3 minute of Donkey honks, millions of wind chimes, the echoing cackle of a local and the wistful tune of a recorder being played by a child I saw a sign with my name on, literally, them hotfooted it out of there before you could say, "full grown donkey standing in a saloon bar pooing directly on the floor". I have seen that film before and I will be the one slowly slaughter whilst pigs squeal.... I'd rather
Not if you don't mind.
After a 3 hour drive, (40 minutes of which included me breathing desperately into a paper bag - from ye souvenir shop) we arrived back in the safe old crazy town of Vegas. Which is where we are now. About to venture forth to a steak house and drinking beer out of blue bottles. I really hope that the Oatman folk haven't followed my scent.