Unmissable: Oatman AZ
Saturday I took the long loop from La Quinta out to Needles, up through Oatman, and back home. It was one of those clear desert days—warm sun, blue skies, easy miles.
Oatman was doing what Oatman always does. The burros were wandering the street, tourists stopping for photos, and everything moving at its own pace. It’s a small, odd place, but it never gets old.
The ride was steady and uncomplicated. Open roads, clean air, and just enough distance to reset after a busy week. Nothing dramatic—just a good stretch of desert, a few curves in the hills, and the quiet that comes from being out there for a few hours.
Sometimes that’s all it takes.
