So why didn’t I stay in a wigwam? That, in itself, is a rather frustrating story that might not interest you, but heck, this is my website so I can rant occasionally!
When I finally located the motel, it was on the left side of the road, meaning I had to make a left turn across traffic to pull in to the parking lot. The road was clear, except for one car traveling towards me. Thinking it was going to drive by, I stopped, with my turn signal on, and waited. The oncoming car slowed down, and still I waited patiently. Finally, the driver, now crawling along, turned the wheel and entered the parking lot. With the road now clear, I pulled in right behind. We both got out of our cars and headed to the front door, where another customer was waiting. When the clerk opened the door, all three of us walked in. The clerk looked over the selection of rooms, and announced that she had JUST TWO WIGWAMS LEFT! The person whom I had slowed down for, and for whom I was kind enough not to pull in front of, took the final wigwam without ever missing a beat, without ever turning around to apologize.
I guess the moral of the story is: when a wigwam is at stake, drive aggressively!
In case you’re wondering, I stayed at the Days Inn, which is also located on Historic US Rte. 66, albeit in a newer section of town, near the interstate. The motel was top-notch and surprisingly full.
Note: This trip was first published in 2005.