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Monday, August 24, 2009
Camping in a tent is a little hard on old bones. You also get a bit grungy after a few days of spit baths. So on our camping trip every few days we would splurge for a hotel. Counting our pennies we picked local simple joints. We also like the charm of cabins and and the idea of supporting a small business. We picked just such a place in Riverton, Wyoming. It was an old motel the type that had been prevalent before the interstate and chains dominated the scene.
A series of rooms built to resemble cabins formed a square around a court yard. The motel welcomed pets an important component in our decisions these days. Meet Boss here
The courtyard also held a grill for use by the guest. I knew the steak and the sausages in my cooler needed to be used before they became money down the drain so this was an added bonus.
Boss and I sat out on the porch and had several visitors. The motel housed several people that called this little cabin home. Their canine friends came to check out the new arrivals. A lot of friendly sniffing went on. No barking or roughhousing took place, all were well behaved as if a guest had been invited to stay.
Boss and I took a walk around the block. As we came around a large bush I jumped back with a stuffed scream. There were three homeless people huddled under the bush drinking questionable beverages out of a paper sack. Boss is a friendly character and wanted to visit but I hustled him along. We went back to the motel by a different route.
I cooked our dinner as Boss cruised the fenced play yard. We ate later in our room, watched TV, and called it a night. The next morning was a Tuesday and I spotted these three red vehicle. I had to take a picture for Ruby Tuesday. HRT
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