By Linda Flowers|
Hello Friends! The Rhubarb Rambler writes to you now from Kingman, Arizona.
The transplantation of a West Virginia hillbilly in the wild west has been an interesting experience. For one thing, it's difficult to remember that it's November when the temperature is 75 degrees and flowers are blooming all around you.
The Grand Canyon State is absolutely beautiful. I find it difficult to find adequate words to describe the sights we've seen. Breathtaking, lush, rugged, unique, beautiful and captivating come to mind but seem inadequate.
Hubby and I are enchanted with the high desert. Kingman is called "the heart of historic route 66". Route 66 is 2,400 miles long, covers three time zones and eight states.
Over the years I'd heard of route 66 but didn't know what or where it was. After the Great Depression, millions traveled west along route 66, seeking a fresh start. Several found that new beginning in Kingman.
This rapidly growing city is located in Mohave County in northwestern Arizona at the intersection of I-40 and U.S. route 93. Situated between the Cerbat and Hualapi mountain ranges, the elevation is 3,400 feet. The city was established in the early 1800's by Lewis Kingman who also located the route of the Santa Fe Railroad that runs between New Mexico and California. I must admit that I have become an enthusiastic train watcher.
We have been accepted by friendly and hospitable folks who display a true sense of community. We find city living convenient and economically sound due to the fact we only need one and a half tanks gas per month as opposed to one and a half tanks per week while living in Calhoun County. Living at Letherbark, we traveled several miles to get to Grantsville or Spencer.
Last week hubby and I traveled route 66 to Oatman, an authentic ghost town and mining camp. Oatman started in 1906 as a tent camp for gold mining. There are gunfights in the streets, dance hall girls and wild burros as well as unique shops featuring handmade items. We watched a gunfight staged to benefit the make a wish foundation and saw the room where Clark Gable and Carole Lombard spent their wedding night in 1939. Incidentally, Gable and Lombard were married in Kingman. We then followed route 66 to Laughlin, Nevada, a fantastic casino town. Laughlin has numerous flashy casinos, restaurants and shopping. We didn't explore much that day but plan to return.
This morning, as I was leaving my apartment to come to the library to write to you, I met an older gentleman pedaling a 3 wheel bike and walking his dog. It made me miss my pets back on the farm that I had to leave with my family. Hi Mom! Love you bunches.
Dave and I send greetings and our love to our friends and relatives back home in Wild, Wonderful West Virginia. More adventures later. May the Lord richly bless and keep you all.