After my adventures in Dearfeild I still had several hours left in the day before the sun set. I recalled back to the map that I made and remembered that in the nearby area there was another ghost town: Last Chance. When I first found this town while I was doing my research I instantly fell in love with it, how often do you get to visit an abandoned town with such an ominous name! So I pulled out the map that I keep in the glove compartment of my car and I realized that Last Chance and Dearfeild are with in spitting distance of each other. Well that is if you can spit 75 miles. But had nothing better to do on this fine day so I decide to drive south a ways and go to Last Chance. After driving for about on hour and a half on the flattest, straitest and most boring road that I have ever seen, I arrived. At first I did a small tour around the town in my car and realized that at the north end of the town people had moved in, in their mobile homes but the majority of the town was left vacant. After my small tour I parked like a law abiding citizen in the Dairy King parking lot.
The king of soft served iced cream until he died and the queen took over
After I got out of my car and gather all of my camera equipment I realized that I had used up almost all of my film in Dearfeild, I had just little more than a roll left. This was a very large problem because just from what I had seen Last Chance was just as if not more neat and exciting as Dearfeild was. So I after realizing this I decided that there was nothing that I could do about it except be frugal with the photos I took. So I then walked over to the Dairy King, as I looked through the windows I noticed something odd. Every thing was still there. It was almost as though they had just closed shop for the night and were expecting to open back up the next day. There was still salt and pepper and ketchup on every table. All the chairs were neatly pushed in. Cooking utensils still hung above the ovens.
despite there being all of these things left that make the place creepy I still decide to take a photo of their step in freezer.... Why?
After walking all the way around the Dairy King I turn my attention slightly west word and I am greeted with a pleasant sight...
In case your wondering that says....
...the Last Chance Motel! I was also pleased to see that unlike Dairy King it was not all locked up.
Oooh they take visa!
So I took this as an open invitation to enter. The office was not as exciting as I had hoped so I skipped taking any photos there and progressed to the motel rooms.
How come my Motel rooms never come with a stationary bike?
At one point someone went inside the motel and tore down all the walls connecting the rooms. But its not like it was the worlds greatest motel to begin with.
After I sufficiently explored what remained of the motel I continued on my journey through Last Chance. After wondering through a few more buildings and not finding much of interest I came across the Joy Bus....
this is the joy bus
The Joy Bus is probably one of the most unintentionally creepy things I have ever seen. The walls and ceiling were all painted with bright colors and rainbows, all of the seat had been turned bright red... and it was in a nearly abandoned town. Besides the bus the brightest colors I could find was a sun bleached orangeish color. Also the inside was covered nearly floor to ceiling with random crap that was just left there.
This is exactly why I am never going to go inside a "joy" anything
After visiting the joy bus I had virtually exhausted my film stockpiles so I finished wondering around the town and finally decided that it was time for me to leave the wonderful, booming metropolis of Last Chance.
A few more photos
the final remains of the Last Chance Cafe
and finally
The ballerina of Last Chance
you can find the rest of the photos here
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