In August, we spent a week in Los Angeles. Among other things, we toured the Getty Villa in Malibu, took the LA Conservancy's walking tour of Broadway in downtown's historic core (more on that in future posts), and visited my brother in Newport Beach. It was imperative, however, that we put first things first, so, naturally, we drove sixty miles into the desert to spend the night in a concrete teepee.
Wigwam Village #4 is beautiful, but this was not always the case. Like many roadside motels bypassed by the interstate, the village had fallen on hard times in recent years. Teepees in a state of disrepair rented by the hour, and the overall atmosphere of the place was not helped by the sign that advised, "do it in a teepee." All of that has changed with the Patel's award-winning restoration of the property.
The village's nineteen teepees are thirty feet high and built of wood framing, concrete, and stucco. We stayed in teepee 117. Welcome to our wigwam. Won't you come in?
I've included a link to Wigwam Village #7's website in the links section.