Now:
The dining building is still there, and still called "The Gobbler". Or, as the sign said, "The NEW Gobbler". From the outside, it still looked the same to me. Due to a large amount of confusion on my part, we didn't go inside. This is the view from the Motel front door. That's the dining building, way down there in the middle.
Up close, you can see the good ol' Gobbler charm. Next trip, I'll go inside. I'm glad I didn't, though, because had I eaten lunch there I'd have never experienced my first ever bleeding chicken fried steak at the truck stop across the highway.
And that's my story. If you haven't yet, visit the site that inspired me.Kestrel's Nest | Back to the Beginning | The Inspiration