We took the Oatman-Topock Road along the previous site of Route 66 over a winding mountain pass. In the old days before there were fuel pumps in cars, some cars would climb the mountain in reverse to guarantee fuel would get to the engine by gravity. We descended on the other side through Oatman, a touristy town where the burros have learned they can roam freely in the streets. It was so crowded with people, we couldn’t park and weren’t interested in mingling with the crowd anyway.
