Yesterday I drove out to Havasu because I needed a vacation...I probably spent as much time in my car as I did in Havasu, but it was away from home (well, really, away from work...) so I took it.
I don't really remember why these guys are famous, but when you see a statue like this, you've gotta get a picture with it, right? Read on sir-- let's map out this town! (Maybe?)
After lunch, we took a drive up to Oatman, a ghost town. We got there pretty late, so most things were already closed, but the few shops that were open were full of super friendly people. I love those small town folk!
There were burros (Really? When did we stop using the word donkey?) wondering all over this town, with flashing signs warning that they were crossing, and every where you looked they were called another word...I'd tell you what it was, but my mom wouldn't approve. ;-)
To get there I was driving in the middle of no where for what felt like forever. But just because you are in the middle of the desert, doesn't mean you can get anywhere any faster, because the speed limit was 40. Except for the town we passed through, where the speed limit was 25. All the way through it. And I didn't see a single person. Not even in a passing car.