She's wearing a birthday hat and proudly displays her twirling ballerina doll. Apparently, there are few kids to play with around here, and she's glad for some company. We head southwest on Route 66 toward our destination for the day, Oklahoma City. Before too long, Jenny spots the Sunset Motel . In the trees, the sound of insects greet us as we make the slow turn around the U-shaped building.
White gravel is our only driveway.
In front of the Sunset, a rusted refrigerator with an old ammunition box on top shimmers in the morning heat. Later in our travels, I find an old postcard of this place. In the pale yellow walls and manicured lawn, I find a subtle form of elegance that has been long discarded. Back on the road, near the Meramec Caverns, we spy the remnants of Ozark Court . The sign stands atop a rusty iron pole next to a brick wall.