Many years ago when I was 15 yrs old I took my first 500 mile bike ride. It was with American Youth Hostels and we rode from the rim of the Grand Canyon to Wickenburg AZ via HWY 89a. It took us a week and the second to the last night we stayed in what was then a ghost town, complete with a haunted 'hotel'. That is the first I'd ever heard of Jerome and I have had the fondest of memories ever since. So now, 40 years later I had to go back.
I found the subject matter of the next painting, the Sunset Motel, on the road back to California... I wonder now just how many Sunset Motels there are in the US?
I am pretty sure this was the bldg we stayed in. At the time it was vacant, no beds, no hotel, just a place to sleep. We, all 15 of us, including myself (the youngest) and a 71 yr old guy (the oldest) put our sleeping bags out on the old wooden floor and we all slept together in the same big and supposedly haunted room.
My how things have changed. It is now the Jerome Hotel and a spendy (over $100/night) place to stay. After I figured out I could not afford to stay the night in Jerome I left a few hours later. But on the way out I captured a few images that were of the old Jerome, the one I wanted to see. I love whatever this stuff is lining the sidewalk. Something about big rusty parts gets me every time..
Ride Bikes This Weekend. Or Don't! See If I Care.
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