Come on in, folks..... there's always vacancy at the Motor Court!
Growing up I have passed this darling abandoned motel countless times; it's not easy to spot, up on a ridge and overtaken by forest, but I learned to look for it among the trees anytime we crossed the river into New Hampshire. The other day I finally got a chance to pull over and take a closer look at this sad, but still endearing, remnant of the area's once-thriving summer tourism industry.
All the cabins have personable names, like "Judy", "Jack", and.... "Sneezy"!
One of my favorite details was the little cut-outs on the screen doors, and amazing clear plastic door handles:
There are around eight cabins, I believe, but the forest has taken over, so they're a bit tricky to spot. A couple are dismantled shells, but most are holding on, cheery red shutters still intact.
Doing a bit of internet sleuthing, I found just a few ads in Google News, in an Ottawa paper from the summer of 1959:
Sigh! It's truly heartbreaking to see quaint, special places like this descending into disrepair, while soulless new chain hotels keep popping up; I imagine this little place is too far gone to fix up even if someone tried. Tastes change and time marches on etc. etc., but I sure wish it weren't too late to check into the Swiss. Motor-Court for a weekend ♥