At the motel

Stopped in a tiny little motel in Bridgeport for the evening. Getting here was...fun. Drove on a mountain road, with ice still on the mountain no less, in pitch blackness. All was going well. And then it started to rain. I drove at a snails pace and was relieved to make it to civilisation. Now it's time for a party! 

I have to eat out of a tin as everywhere else is closed and the gas station only sells sandwiches! Oh well.