The Central Hotel

It was called Pete's Barn when I lived in Manawa, and it was a tavern. Gale Petersen, who was called "Pete" around town -- of course he was -- and his family lived in rooms on the ground floor and for a few years had a tack shop in a connected outbuilding on 2nd St.

I once went exploring through the rooms above the tavern, which had been unused for years. They were full of dusty, broken-down furniture, just as if I'd stepped into a spooky movie and was wandering through the rooms of a haunted hotel. I've always thought those scenes were stupid. I mean, why would anybody leave furniture and personal posessions behind, other than to make a ghost movie look spooky? But upstairs in the Central Hotel, it really looked like all the guests had rushed out in a big hurry, running from pursuing ghosts, and never came back to get their stuff.

And then I came along. Didn't find any ghosts, though, just stick furniture, bare bed springs, and lots of dust.

If I've got my bearings right, the triangle is off to the photographer's right, and we're looking at the 2nd St side of the building, where the tavern was.