My favorite place in the USA. As pure as art gets — a make-belief town of restored houses hidden on a quiet road in the middle of nowhere. Would consider driving route 66 again just to go to Red Oak II. This place is sheer magic and very difficult to describe. Imagine a ghost town that’s alive and full of lived-in detail, lit up by garlands and populated by peacocks, geese and statues. Imagine a doll town that’s made up of real buildings, many with historical significance. Imagine that Peter Jackson did Bradbury instead of Tolkien. Just go, seriously. It’s beautiful. If you see an elderly guy with a mustache — it’s the artist, Lowell Davis. He lives in the green house formerly inhabited by Belle Starr, the Bandit Queen.