Silver Saddle Motel

I like motels.
Preferably odd ones.
I don't care if it's a cliché.
Or hipster ironic.
Or stuff white people like.
I like silly motels.
Sit on it.

Tonight I stayed at The Silver Saddle Motel in Santa Fe.
The room boasted a Lone Ranger motif, with cheap mismatched frames immortalizing TV's Clayton Moore and Jay Silverheels.

A cowboy hat hung tacked to the cement wall.
Leather hoop chairs saddled up to a rustic table for a horseshoe lamp.
Starry coined quilts blanketed the beds in hues of New Mexico chiles.
Genuine southwestern tongue in cheek charm.

The Fred Armisen-looking motel clerk recommended an eatery and an imbibery.
Hi-Yo, Silver Saddle Motel!

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