On your left, a craggy rock wall rises up from the sands. Riding up out of the wash you'll find yourself in an open plaza looking up Main Street. It's a small town, and your gear is reasonably safe. Oatman has no police, but for some reason sneak-thieves are very scarce. So relax, stretch your legs, and take a walk around.
Oatman today is a tourist town.
The main street is lined solid with shops and restaurants. Wandering wild burros thread through the crowds, looking for treats and a soft touch. Shots are fired twice a day when the Oatman Ghostriders pour into the middle of Main Street for a blazing six-gun shootout. It's all fun, but behind it all Oatman is a genuine relic of the American Wild West. These mountains were first prospected during the Civil War, when California volunteers were stationed at Fort Mojave to guard the river against Johnny Reb.