Our day’s journey ended at the dubious L&M Motel. Perhaps it’s foolish, but Katherine has qualms when pulling into a parking lot full of motorcycles. Still, we collected our room key and got out of the car. Our room was on the second floor, which was reached by an outer staircase and walkway.
Katherine was less than thrilled by the perfunctory ogling which came from the shirtless Spanish-speaking men who were sitting on chairs in the middle of the walkway, drinking beer. She was glad to find that her room preceded that occupied by the shirtless men.
We drove to a local store to buy breakfast provisions and saw a large Indian head and a big monument that appeared to have been created from a tree.
Upon return to the hotel, the boys were “pursued” by an amiable and gentle dog. Despite the outer appearance, the room was pleasant enough, and the beds were a comfort after a long day.