Of all the towns along the Route, I think Seligman offers the most, but we had seen it, and missed Kingman on our first trip, so that was the stopover today. The Museum in Kingman tells the story, not only of the road, but the folks who traveled that same path before, when the drought and depression lead thousands to leave the midwest and head for California for a better life. Some walked, some loaded all their belongings and families on trucks and set out on a muddy path, most not finding anything better.
The green thing sticking out the window of this old Studebaker is air conditioning!
In addition to the museum and some historic homes and buildings, there is the requisite diner and steak house, and another museum that looked very interesting. My traveling companion, however, was feeling the effects of altitude and allergies, and getting tired, so we decided to move on. Oatman would have been one more good stop, an old mining town with the descendants of the donkeys roaming the streets, and shoot out reenactments, but the road there is treacherous and we would have to have left the coach and done it by car. So we headed toward California, and believe it or not, have camped for the night just outside of Barstow! Right in the middle of the Mojave Desert, we pulled in at 5pm, with temps still reading 97 degrees!
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