546. Courtesy Car Dispatch - Loveless to Mile Marker 234

Would you pick this man up? A frequent guest has just called to the front desk at Loveless Motel from a pay phone at a rest stop at mile marker 234 on the state highway where he says he was approached by two men who held him up, took all but the coins in his pocket, and didn't steal his car but took his plates.  After  confirming the man had a reservation and recognizing his voice when he said "room 222", Psycho Randy asked him how it happened, he explained that his pants were down around his ankles and he had his knees under the partition of a stall in the men's room when an arm from the stall behind him reached in, took his wallet out of one pocket and his keys from another, and while his eyes were rolling back in his head from the quality of the blowjob he was receiving at the time, he didn't have the presence of mind to do anything about it except to yell FUCK YES!, after which he heard 3 people in other stalls applauding. "Not to worry sir, we'll send a courtesy van over to pick you up, and send a tow truck from the Motorpool. Room 222 is ready for you."  A frequent client of Snap Wadmacher, he's not camera shy.

540. Rain - Monday - blah blah blah

What a way to start the week.  Knee deep in the big muddy, we're looking for a rainbow at Loveless Motel.  What ever happened to Kodachrome? Watch this space. Is this campy enough for you?  Meanwhile, there's a report in the office that the coleslaw lady has gone on a binge and is hand delivering Tupperware containers full of her cabbage concoction in the rain after someone from Nutbush Campground mentioned they just couldn't get enough of the stuff.  Needless to say, this is causing quite the stir among campers who thought they were living through a scene in "Some of My Best  Friends Are", as in "who told my mother where I was this week?" Loveless Motel denies we have a woman working in the kitchen at Birdwhistle's Tearoom. Carry on camping.

535. Cruising Bathtub Rock

"Do we own that?"  Snap Wadmacher has been out traversing Nutbush Campground, drumming up business for Shutter Bug Camera Shop, located off the lobby at Loveless Motel, snapping pictures of campers, and got as far out as Bathtub Rock - his new name for the unusual rock outcroppings before entering a glacial plain, deciding to leave further exploration for another day.  Now back in the shop's dark room developing the day's work, Nic's question was answered by Snap's. "If you don't know, who does?"  Another question for the board, undoubtedly.  Whatever the answer, the land holdings of Lovewhistle, Inc. are vast and the answer is that the corporation owns land all the way to the large outcropping just beyond the green mound.   Campers are wasting no time discovering various activities closer to the amenities and wooded areas of the campground, however. They'll be able to collect their photos in 24 hours for a reasonable fee.

Snap, snapping. Who's snapping Snap?

Tree climbing

Using a divining rod to look for ground water

Posing at the picnic pavilion for Snap, who has a big weakness for thick uncut cocks and nearly-shaved men and very low hangers

Birdwatching

Ass riding

Hiking

Slowly counting to ten, and then struggling to remember the names of the rest of the numbers

Forage Stew for breakfast

532.Road head reverie - the trip to Loveless

 

A few weeks ago we wrote to guests with confirmed reservations inviting them to keep a diary of pictures of their road trips down to Loveless Motel, including in the letter a coupon for 24 hour film developing at Shutter Bug Camera Shop, located off the lobby. That request paid off! We share with you here just a tip of the iceberg of results that we continue to get, and invite you, future and former guests, to send us pictures of yourselves on your way to see us. Whether you're in your driveway at the beginning of your trip, you have pulled over to a rest stop, found a deserted highway you heard might be interested, a public park in a town you passed through, or just stopped to get gas, we want to see you!

As a public service, we ask that you refrain from taking any pictures which may compromise your safety. Road head, while it is a well known travel delight, can be dangerous if the driver is the one receiving AND holding the camera, especially at that crucial moment that has your eyes rolling back in your head and you drop the camera, while your foot hits the accelerator pedal and you holler "MAMA!"

529. The Bunkhouse - overcoming a hostel environment

Planning a vacation can be a stressful enterprise, especially from the money angle. You've heard about Loveless Motel, and you can't wait to get here, but the prices of rooms, approaching an astronomical 25 bucks a night seems out of reach. And the whole point of a vacation is to mingle, to hang out, to be with other guys, so a camping option when you are alone, especially when you're not in an introspective mood makes pitching a tent on an ant hill seem pretty fucking depressing. What's a man to do?

Come to The Bunkhouse! At 12 bucks a night, our economical hostel gets you the camaraderie you crave, with a smorgasbord of men, from cowboys to college types and everything in or out of a uniform, all on full view in the communal showers, locker rooms, dorms, and latrines. For a few extra bucks, wander downstairs to The Tubs, a two story stellar cellar full of amusing diversions. The  Pub and Grub in the Bunkhouse lobby has a taco buffet  on Tuesday, and budget eats all the time. Steps away, the Malamute Saloon has the cheapest beer on property. Even if that guy you've been stalking all night long in the saloon isn't showing an interest, you can always track him down when he needs to take a piss, and he'll never know who was on the other side of the partition. Every stall has a hole. You never need to leave the building to have a great time. Call the booking office today!