Oatman, Arizona and Wild Donkeys!

I am finally getting to see the old mining town of Oatman, AZ and the famous wild herd of tame donkeys. That’s an oxymoron, but the donks are technically wild, but have declared Oatman part of their territory and wander freely around town taking hay cubes from enthralled visitors, crowding around cars, some are even bold enough to enter a business or two.

I have followed the Oatman Burros FaceBook page for quite a while and it’s a great way to follow what these adorable animals are up to. Or what sneaky, evil persons do.

The young donkey abandoned by his mother last year was adopted and cared for by a young couple who live in Oatman. Walter has since become the Mayor of the town, has his own book and occasionally comes to town for book signings.

On the other side of the coin, a couple of gals came in one night and donkey-napped the young and adored Tinkerbell—Read the last two sentences on the above sign. Those two are facing federal charges. Thankfully Tink was found, unharmed, and brought back to Oatman. She had some tough times from the herd (burros are territorial), but eventually became part of the group that Bureau of Land Management auctioned off to vetted homes. Happily, she ended up back in Oatman with her adoptive family.

My trip to Oatman will always be a highlight for me. This little old mining town is authentic and charming and the donkeys that freely roam the streets capturing hearts are the icing on the cake. They are actually the biggest draw I think, but don’t let that sway you from coming to town. Even without the burros this town is a place to see. And their souvenirs weren’t priced outrageously either.

Write title? I have no idea how to get rid of this, but it is a view from last night’s campsite. The new WordPress editor is hateful.

Baby Hank is the current draw in the Oatman donkey herd. His mom, Annabelle, wanted to make sure I meant no harm when I wanted to cuddle him and she nipped me on the arm. Not hard, but I think she wanted to make sure I wasn’t one of those donkeynappers who took her Tinkerbell last year.

When the day was over I wanted to say goodbye to this cutie and make friends with Annabelle. She pulled the bag I was carrying my new Oatman hoodie in out of my hand and started chewing on it. I got it back from her with a bit of tug-o-war. I think she was smiling when I prevailed.

Wondering what is on Baby Hank’s forehead? It is a sticker that says STOP, do not feed the babies anything. They don’t want any of the donkeys to be fed carrots, apples, any human food actually. The sugar in apples, carrots, ect., can cause health issues for these guys. Even hay cubes are forbidden for the young Hank as I found out the hard way. Got a good scolding from the fans of the Oatman Burros’ FB page. He was eating them in front of a store, so I thought …

At noon they have a “gunfight” in the middle of the street
Had coffee at the cafe where patrons can sign a dollar bill and have it stapled to the wall or wherever they want, just not on the signs or the antiques.
If you don’t behave yourself you can be thrown into jail. Can you imagine being locked in this little box?

Oatman is still on my Bucket List. I didn’t mark it off because I will be going back! Thanks for coming along. Hugs, Shawna.

P.S. The Chiweenie Brothers were sad they didn’t get to see the donkeys, but the donkeys don’t like dogs and the town asks that you leave them in your vehicle. There have been a few stompings and it can get ugly.

Current Read: The Willows in Winter by William Horwood. Excellent sequel to Kenneth Grahame’s Wind in the Willows.

Butch Cassidy and the Donkeys

. . . After soaking in Bryce we head out, going north (on 89 again!!) toward Circleville where we stop at Butch Cassidy’s childhood home which is under restoration.

 

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The boys are awake from their nap and getting fidgety, and I am getting hungry so I keep an eye out for a place to stop.  Official rest areas are hard to come by on secondary roads, but we were smiled upon today and come across this lovely spot.

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We park, the boys are taken out to hike a leg, then we get back in the van and I begin making lunch.  Business taken care of the boys will have to wait on their walkabout.  I no sooner get things out to make a sandwich than I notice the boys staring out the driver’s side window, Charlie softly whining.  They’ve spotted something.

“Okay, boys, we’ll check it out, but give me a few minutes to get something in my stomach, will ya?”  I wolf down my sandwich, leash them up and we head across the large paved road to see what we can see.

It’s these two!!! They are adorable and friendly, and the boys are even okay with me giving them a pet and planting a kiss or two on those sweet noses.

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Rested and raring to continue on, we motor away from the the Sevier River which we have been following all the way through the canyon.  Coming out the other side I find the Piute State Campground located on the Piute Reservoir and decide here is where we will stay tonight.

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Thanks for stopping by! Hugs, Shawna
PS We have been without cell or internet for days. Sometimes it’s spotty, sometimes it’s non-existent. Thank goodness I can write and schedule posts in advance for publishing or we would be more than far behind!

CAMP AMENITIES
Water: No — at least not at this time of year. I didn’t find any, but I didn’t look too hard.      Garbage:  No
Bathrooms: Vault Toilets     
Electricity:  No
Tables:  No                              
Shower:  No
Fire Pit:  Yes                            
BBQ: No
# of Sites:   As many as will fit I guess; they were not numbered and sites appeared haphazard and were not too level 

Fee: $8.00 a night
Other:  For a state park this didn’t cut it.  I didn’t find water, although there may have been water, tables, and BBQs at the picnic area which I didn’t drive to.  The bathrooms were locked where we camped!