Route 66 has so far been slightly disappointing. Most of it has been along mass expanses of flatland with the Mesa and mountains in the distance. However today i would be walking through the mountains to the historical gold mining town of Oatman 23 miles away. After strapping up my foot and swallowing perhaps more ibuprofen than recommended, i was on the road by 5am. The first 12 miles was a boring straight road past abandoned settlements and desert wasteland. Thanks to Greg the cyclist for stopping to chat for a bit. At the base of the mountain i took a break at the famous Cool Springs Cabins. There was a guy outside who must have been in his 80's selling amazing stone artwork he'd produced. I felt ever so sorry for him because there are no tourists to sell to anymore, they're all at home counting what little money they have left, moaning about gas prices and putting up 'Obamacan' posters. From Cool Springs the road became steep as it slowly weaved its way up the valley around giant Mesa. The views were spectacular. Over the top it was more of the same and i could finally glimpse California-my last State. A few miles downhill i finally made it to Oatman, a themed town where you can hold a shotgun wedding, where cowboys gunfight in the street and donkeys roam freely. Thanks to Paul the Legion member who bought me a drink at the bar, i only popped in to use the mushrooms, honest.