Welcome to Oatman
Named for Olive Oatman, a westward pioneer captured by Indians and eventually released in the area, this ramshackle hillside town had a brief heyday in the wake of a 1915 gold strike. Since the ore ran dry in 1942, it has reinvented itself as a movie set and unapologetic Wild West tourist trap, complete with staged gunfights (daily at noon, 1:30pm and sometimes 3:30pm) and gift stores named Fast Fanny's Place and the Classy Ass. And speaking of asses, there are plenty of the four-legged kind roaming the streets, begging shamelessly for food. You can buy hay squares in town. Gentle and endearing, these burros are descendents from pack animals left behind by the early miners.
There's a dusty, crusty charm to Oatman, framed by dry, rugged hills and enlivened by events such as the 4th of July egg-fry, where competitors have 15 minutes to cook an edible googy on the reliably scorching sidewalk.