Once I left Vegas I had a chance to quickly tour Route 66 from Kingman to Oatman, where Route 66 enthusiasts can treat themselves to a quasi-ghost town of burros and staged gunfights. I wasn’t able to arrive in time for a gunfight, so I just followed the burros around trying to get an ideal shot. I was actually surprised by how active they were, clopping here and there and never able to stand still long enough for me to get a good frame.
But sometimes, you get lucky. I was about to leave when suddenly two burros snuck up behind me and then stood PERFECTLY in front of the sign for Oatman. I frantically pulled out my camera and snapped off one shot JUST in time before they moved off again.
It’s early days yet, but this may turn out to be my favorite picture and memory of Route 66.