Our next camp after leaving the town of Seligman was I found on the original path of Route 66. I had taken a "gravel" road down from Route 66 which I had been following to this secluded camp.
Some research revealed the route came this way and what I thought was gravel was the remains of the old asphalt highway. Here you can see a few chunks still intact.
While taking Beans for a walk we discovered the perfect spot to pull in for a camp, completely enclosed within the shade. It was only big enough for a car or truck.
The Little House on the Highway would not fit.
Inside was this. Some idiot left all their trash hanging in the tree!
The bags contained mostly empty water bottles.
Well the "idiot" returned later that afternoon in a small red pick-up, with no camper. He looked a little scary so I kept to my part and he to his. Hopefully when he left for good he would take his trash with him. I certainly wan't about to go over there and suggest that to him!