During our cross-Canada trip, Rachelle was adamant that we had to stay at least one night at a Scully and Mulder motel (or, as I prefer, a Sculler and Mouldy motel). If you aren’t sure how that’s defined, you obviously never watched The X-Files.
Personally, I was a lot less enthusiastic about the idea, but I couldn’t disappoint my wife, now could I?
This motel in northern Ontario is actually hidden in behind another larger motel that was built much later making this one all by invisible from the road (how rude).