You can’t be in this part of the country and not take in at least some of Rt. 66, formerly the premier highway to the west. Now it is a shrine to tourism; the hotels are empty, most restaurants closed. The entire main street shops are “Antiques” or “Souvenirs.” Japanese tourists come in busloads from Las Vegas, I guess, and they love it. I bet Seligmann, Arizona is a lot different than Japan.
We met Boston right away. Hi Boston! Best place on earth to live, he said. He has a black cat named Snowball and according to him, his two houses are on the original Route 66, one block from where it is now. He has a good view of the action.
We parked on BLM land near Kingman, our first BLM camping. It went fine but there are some spots the bus can’t go. We found a good overnight spot where the cats got to chase lizards and the prickly pears were still blooming.
From there we planned to head to Lake Mead for a few days; they have bike trails all over the park. I was driving and on the way, just past Hoover Dam, I saw a sign that said Henderson, 19 miles.