Let me begin this funny story with, “Buddy made all of the plans! He assured me he knew what he was doing :-)” The race was way out in the country, and he told me there were no motels anywhere around it. Being that this was his third trip to that neck of the woods and he had stayed here in the past, I took him at his word. He assured me the motel was great hiker accommodations (I should have been immediately suspicious) and at a great price - $50.00 a night (that, too, should have been a signal) - and the only one for miles. OK...I bit, and then about 8:00 at night we drove up after a LONG and tiring drive.
Click and click again to enlarge if you feel the urge to get a closer look at the No-Tell Motel.
Here is what I named the No-Tell Motel signage. The first thing I saw driving up was the vintage half-working neon sign. As you can see, Bud went in, paid the bill, and walked out. I wondered where the key thingies were but didn’t say anything. He is always wearing yellow for safety!!! The picture of the sign when it was off was taken about 5:30 in the morning as we were leaving for the big race.
This happy/silly post is linked with Lesley’s Signs2.