While driving to the NC beach, we got slightly turned around. My dad insisted on ignoring SIRI and her navigational instructions, and instead go by his internal GPS and love of "shortcuts", even though he had not visited Holden Beach in about 10 years. He is nothing if not incredibly stubborn. At the time, I was slightly irritated by his inability to trust technology, but because of it....we happened upon something completely ridiculous/incredible.
Out of the side window of our SUV while driving through Varnamtown, NC, I spotted something that was either a roadside attraction, evidence of a hoarder gone berserk or a possible murder scene. Because my father drives down country roads like a 1930s moonshiner, I couldn't distinguish which, but Jamie and I mentally noted that we would like to return and investigate this "place" we passed at some juncture in our week long vacation.
Because we were slightly lost and had no idea what we were looking for, other than it was something involving vintage cars, pirates and discarded toilets...we couldn't find it on our first couple excursions. We googled every possible search term and there were no pictures or information in existence on any corner of the Internet. It was almost like one of those horror movies, where a person stays in a hotel or sees a person and then later, after searching the microfiche at their local library, finds out that it burned down hundreds of years ago. [Tangent: That is the concept of The Shining, right? I don't know, I am finally gonna stop lying to people and actually watch the whole thing this hallo-season.]
Thankfully, we finally dragged my brother along on one of our journeys because he too had seen this apparition when venturing into Varnamtown to buy fish. The three of us were apparently the only people that knew about it, or perhaps the only ones that had survived. Not certain. We finally found out that it was called simply "Dale's" and that it was a junkyard (? maybe ?). Because 90% of it was fenced off and guarded by creepy roosters [Tangent: Seriously...that is the eeriest guard animal imaginable.], and the front door to the establishment was locked...the only service it was providing was a coke machine out front.
We could only access the front half of the premises, but fear not- I took LOTS of phone photos so that the Internet would have at least one reference for other travellers who happen upon Dale's Junkyard in Varnamtown, NC. IT EXISTS! Here's proof.
|this was the main attraction. If you have never seen a tour bus with a crack rock, skeleton and rolled up dollar bills affixed to the top - clearly you need to come to Varnamtown.|
|the last line made me giggle|
|there were a bunch of odd cars driven by mannequins|
|like this lady|
|my brother modeling|
|my favorite random old car.|
|more rolled up dollar bills and junkie allusions...so bizarre|
|I want this on a sampler...post haste|
|more creepy old vehicles|
|obligatory southern pride hanging scene for no apparent reason|
|unmanned zoltar machine.|
|just your everyday dummy funeral with a "in the heat of the night" era NC patrolman nearby|
|one of several toilet arrangements|
|this was one of the more creative ones.|
|it really just keeps getting more and more disturbing|
|one of the many older and less ridiculous cars|