At the Delux Inn.
Doesn't it look delux?
(I didn't misspell that. The picture I found online says it's the Fremont Motel, but it must be under new management because the sign outside definitely says DELUX INN. Yes, it is kind of creepy.)
To update: Second day of the bar went fine. The family picked me up. We got squished by a semi (some noticeable but only cosmetic damage) and kept driving, all the way to Utah, where we family reunioned at the family homestead (that will be a post of its own, if ever I get the pictures from my mom's camera--turns out, I come from people who Lived By The Land), and where, on Sunday, I was picked up by Reija and whisked away. East again, back on I-80, through Wyoming and Dix, Nebraska, and Lincoln, Des Moines, Chicago, South Bend, Toledo, to here, Fremont. Home of the Rutherford B. Hayes Presidential Center. And the Delux Inn.
Tomorrow, Rochester. And a new life for Reija. And maybe more than one night in the same bed for me.
Here's to intransience.