25 May 2022

In what seems like the ATV world capital, we are the only motel tenants — us, and the guy with the broken canoe. The season hasn’t begun; they’re still swinging into full. First warm night on the patio. First ice cream. First glances at tourists, disheveled, suspicious.

A man steps out of a motel in the afternoon sun, his serious expression slightly skewed by the shade, a purple potted plant hanging to the left.

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