Oatman began about 90
years ago as a mining tent camp and quickly became a flourishing gold-mining
center. In 1915, two miners struck a $10 million gold find, and within a year,
the town's population grew to more than 3,500.
Oatman was named in honor of Olive Oatman, who was kidnapped as a young girl by
Mojave Indians and later rescued in 1857 near the current site of the town.
Oatman was served by a narrow gauge rail line between 1903 and 1905 that ran 17
miles to the
But both the population and mining booms were short-lived. In 1921, a fire
burned down many of the smaller shacks in town, and three years later, the main
mining company, United Eastern Mines, shut down operations for good. Oatman
survived by catering to travelers on old U.S. Route 66. But in the 1960s, when
the route became what is now Interstate 40, Oatman almost died.
Oatman is a fun place to visit --
an authentic old western town with burros roaming the streets and gunfights
staged on weekends. The burros are tame and can be hand fed. When my wife and I
visited in January of this year, I was surprised to see five old Model T Fords
out for a Sunday drive down the main street of Oatman. The cars fit right in
with the romantic image of this old town, taking us back to the 1915 era old
west.
The Oatman Hotel, built
in 1902, is the oldest two-story adobe structure in
ty.
Clark Gable and Carol Lombard honeymooned at the Oatman Hotel March 18, 1939.
Their honeymoon suite is still one of the major attractions that keeps the Oatman Hotel open. Gable returned here often to
play poker with the local miners and enjoy the solitude of the desert.
There are plenty of shopping opportunities in Oatman. Many of the shopkeepers
make their own products and obtain other rare and interesting items from far
and near. There are many handmade leather goods, handmade Indian jewelry and
excellent knives sold right from the wooden sidewalks running the length of the
town.
One of the more colorful shopkeepers is known as Betty the Bead Lady, who for
many years, drilled beads and sold them to the Navajos for their jewelry
making. She is still a fixture in downtown Oatman operating three retail
establishments -- stop in and visit her.
My wife Donna found more than a
few encumbrances she couldn't resist, and that's the only reason we didn't stay
longer. But shopping does make you hungry so we stopped at a little bar and
restaurant on the main street called the Mission Inn. We ordered a hamburger
and some of he best chili we ever tasted, then sat
back and listened to some great country music while sipping our beers. Next to
us sat a group of locals, including a woman who was telling some hilarious
stories. She called herself a "sit-down comedian." What a fun time!
There are two m
ain roads linking Oatman to State
Highway 95. One is paved and the other is a dirt road leading to
You can see the old mine tailing piles and a fascinating variety of desert
vegetation and rock formations. We always like to stop along the road and enjoy
the sights, the smells and the silence of the open desert. Most of today's cars
would have little trouble on this road when it is dry. Your cellular phone will
probably work most of the way, too.
We're headed over to Chloride for a little mountain air. Maybe we'll run into
you there. Till then, keep your eyes peeled for varmints. This applies double
if you're headed back to the city.