The Frontier Motel & Cafe was the prime tourist attraction of Truxton.

The green street sign said " Will Rogers Hwy," another name for Route 66, or at least it did before the " W" and the " G" were worn away. Rogers hailed from Claremore, Oklahoma, which was also on 66.

I liked this old-style wall sign, but I couldn't help thinking the chef was pointing at the telephone instead of the cafe door around the corner.

There was a rugged simplicity to the motel sign, from the stockade fence-like prongs in the center to the blocky " Old West" font of " Frontier."

I decided to spend the night here rather than fight against the wind to Kingman. Odds were good that I would enjoy two 45-mile days more than one 90-mile day anyway.

The interior of my room was clean but rustic, with decor from decades past. It was like a lodging time capsule.

I couldn't recall sleeping in such a small bed in a motel.

The peaked  roof with exposed beams made the small room seem a bit more spacious.