Rode out to Oatman this evening, that old ghost town up in the hills past Kingman where the burros still wander the main street like they own it. Stopped the bike right there and one of them walked up close enough to breathe on my boot. Whole place empty by that hour, just me, the animal, and the sun dropping behind the mine tailings. Some places don't need people to still feel alive.
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Oatman burros are something else, one of them nearly ate my jacket sleeve last time I rode through there. They let you get that close?
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Close enough to smell the hay on their breath. They will walk right up if you are not holding food, mostly harmless besides the nibbling.
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