Jarcy's, Part Two

However, being the stalwart investigators that we are, a brief sojourn at Clem's BBQ was what needed to gather our courage. Travis ordered the chicken and gave it a favorable review. We decided not to drive back to Jarcy's because perhaps the car is what made it so awkward. Instead, we went on foot. PS: I really, really do not like superfluous 'quotes'. Either you are open all year or you are not.

During the brief hike, Travis compiled a list of pros and cons to visiting the motel. Pro: it makes for a good tale. Con: we could end up being buried under the barn or something.

We saw a sign for Uncle Bill's but couldn't figure out where one would turn to get there, since there weren't any driveways for a good while in either direction.




Okay, we made it! We were officially in Trespassing Zone at this point. I was expecting some crazy lady with a shotgun and no teeth to burst out of the house and fire a warning shot into the air. This is what I believe to be the 'motel' part of the establishment.


This car looked like it hadn't been driven in quite some time.








This flowering bush was rather pretty, but actually it hid a ton of garbage behind it.






Weird woodsy area.








I know where I'll be having my next cookout!










Proof that we were actually there.











I wanted to lay back and take in some sun.








This may have been some kind of rope indicating No Entry.








Lots of laundry was hung up behind the motel.







Verdict: Jarcy's Motel is a creepy, creepy place and I would rather risk dying of exposure and sleep in the woods rather than rent a room there.

The prefabricated housing business next door was very concerned about security.







Continuing with a long tradition of photographing insects that are dead on the road.







We still had a some time after this, so we went into Port Matilda town and found a yard sale with some women that gave us the skinny on Jarcy's. According to her, it's been closed as a motel for seven to ten years but the owner is this old guy that lives there with his daughter and he keeps buying cars and wrecking them so he just rides this bicycle with a basket on the front to get groceries. Apparently, a lot of people complain about how trashy it looks and they want them to clean it up. Wow! Fight!

Travis bought a brownie to keep them talking. It says $1 but they gave him a super-special discount of 50 cents. They were indescribably delicious.





We tried to find the Indian Caverns but got a little lost.








Buena vista!