We'd been hearing about it for the better part of the trip. How is was a one-man town, populated only by a grouchy old man who had Bike & Build do odd jobs before letting us stay the night.
None of us were excited to show up, and a bunch of people took roadside naps under shade signs to stave off arrival.
Things were surprisingly normal when we arrived - an older fellow and his son were working on fixing up the 6-room motel in hopes of opening it soon. An attached RV park had a handful of people staying.
Along the way, we passed Riley, a five-man town with a post office, combination gas station/RV park/general store, and a few houses.