Who doesn’t love a good motel? It’s a true slice of Americana. I appreciate our own private entrance and no common lobby or elevators to contend with.
Some may say motels tend to be rundown and dirty. Not this little gem. The rooms at Lake Wentworth are very clean with fresh linens and a sparkling bathroom. There’s a little kitchen nook with a hot plate, microwave, dishes, a small round table and two chairs, and a fridge- and not like a college fridge, but a real fridge.
A short walk down the dirt road at the end of the parking lot will take you to the shores of Lake Wentworth, a cool, clear, natural lake. A trail winds through the pine trees on its way to town a mile or so away.
Okay, so the air conditioning unit is a little noisy and a faint odor of cigarette smoke lingers from a rule-breaking previous patron, but it really is cute.
My Corner of the Village 