I'd reserved a room in this roadside motel in advance, but when I got there the proprietor was nowhere to be found, I had no cell phone or WiFi coverage, and I could find no land line with which to call said proprietor to be let in.
Fortunately one of the rooms in this motel was occupied by another TransAmerica Trail cyclist I'd met earlier, who was kind enough to let me crash on the bed he wasn't using.
My bike is to the right, his is to the left.
