# 18 - The Wigwam Motel

Cherokee, North Carolina
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It's hard to believe Don and I actually had reservations for this place with the peeling Wigwam Motel sign.  But, it was autumn in the Smokie's, so we were lucky to get a room. Besides, we'd been curious about the town of Cherokee,  headquarters for the Eastern band of the Cherokee Indians.  We wanted to know more about this area, where years ago, many Cherokee hid in the hills and refused to join the forced  movement to Oklahoma with on the Trail of Tears.

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Motel Options
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It's a little eerie to drive down the main drag of town and see these signs for motels.  Does the Cherokee community feel okay about motels with tomahawks and names like Warrior Motel?  Are they owned by Cherokee?  Of course we could have tried out the Teddy Bear Motel if we'd wanted to be more politically correct.

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Creeping Kudzoo
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It was dreary and cool as we drove down Highway 441, along the Oconaluftee River towards the main motel area.  If I'd been a little kid, I think I would have been totally freaked out by the kudzoo covering the hills behind the motels.  The tall shapes seemed to hover like armless beasts, ready to pounce on passing cars.

Home Sweet Home
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As we arrived we chuckled to ourselves.  Is this  really where we would be staying? I  felt confident earlier, when I'd called for reservations.  The woman on the phone seemed friendly and welcoming.  But maybe I should have been concerned that this place didn't even exist on Trip Advisor or Expedia.

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Hello!?  Anybody Home?
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There didn't seem to be an office and we couldn't find anyone to help us.  We finally realized the manager also worked at the Sundancer gift shop next door.  We tracked her down and walked with her to a small room the size of a closet.  She seemed a little overwhelmed as she sorted through a pile of notebooks looking for the spiral where she'd written my name down for reservations.  I reminded her that we had requested a first floor, but she said she was sorry those rooms were all booked. To a group of bikers evidently.

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​Up We Go
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She gave us a key and pointed to the stairs.  Up we went, passing a tiny cart with a tan phone resting on a weathered phone book.  We greeted a few who were using the balcony as a  smoking lounge and headed into our room.   

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Feeling at Home

Don smiled as he unpacked. "Awesome wood paneling!" He always looks on the bright side.  True, the paneling did bring back memories of my family room growing up.  "And there's an ice bucket...and refrigerator and a choice of two beds!"  But there were other things I didn't like.

There seemed to be some large, gnat-type bugs that were flitting in and out of the cracks and holes of the ceiling tile!  Don and I are both fond of camping.  We are not afraid of bugs.  But I was not happy about this.  I don't know what the little creepy things were, but I ended up standing on the beds (while Don laughed) and filled every opening with tissue from the bathroom.  While in my detective state, I began investigating beds.  I whipped off bedspreads and spoke to the sheets. "Prove to me that you are freshly laundered and pressed!" 

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Eventually Don and I relaxed. It was just one night, after all. I offered to make a trip to fill the ice bucket, which happened to take me past the area where the bikers were hanging out.  They were actually very nice and not nearly as worrisome as the old gurgling ice maker with the rusty scoop.  Don and I ended up sharing some kind of beverage (minus the ice) and it put us in better spirits.  Eventually we worked up an appetite and walked down the road to a Cherokee owned restaurant where we enjoyed some Indian tacos. Then we were back to our home away from home for some motel TV and a birthday treat.

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​Birthday Boy

Poor Don has had his birthday on the road many a time, but usually we are able to celebrate with a little more style.  At least we had picked up some pretty amazing cupcakes earlier and he did have some presents and pampering another day.  He doesn't look a bit miserable in this photo. He is a very good sport.

Morning
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In the morning I skipped a shower.  The kudzoo looked intimidating from the jalousie windows in the bathroom.  If you're familiar with the book/movie Jumanji, you'll understand my fear.  It seemed to be creeping in through the cracks.

We packed up and headed down the road, passing the wonderful Pink (Tinkerbell) Motel.  It brought out the kid in me for sure...  "Oh please, please Donnie.  Can we stay there next time? Can we?"

So, What's Notable?  The bugs and kudzoo were the most memorable.  The Wigwam Motel is one of the few quirky places I have no intention of revisiting.  However, Pink Motel may need to go on the list!

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