Grampa Jerry's Clown Museum

Sure, I was looking forward to stops at National Parks and the nightlife in cities like Austin and New Orleans, but I've gotta say, what really got me pumped about my recent roadtrip vacation was weirdo little spots like Grampa Jerry's Clown Museum in Arriba, Colorado.Not for those suffering from coulrophobia... or claustrophobia for that matter, this place is teensy tiny. It's a little shack behind the late Grampa Jerry's house. And it'll likely be locked when you get there, you just head over to the nearby gas station and ask for the key to clown paradise. It is weird and wacky and packed floor to ceiling with clown stuff. Even the house itself is painted to look like a clown face. If you're ever driving in Eastern Colorado, it's right of the highway, and it may not be the most exciting thing you'll ever see in your life, but it's definitely worth a stop.

While some people may rather have their whole body chewed apart by an alligator and feel every single bite before death than visit a clown museum, I didn't mind it. I don't have a phobia of clowns so this particular stop was more of an opportunity to see something freaky just to say I had visited the largest collection of clown shit in a "museum" of that size (I think that was its actual tagline). It's donation based, and you get the key from the woman at the convenient store stop just next door. She lets you have at it and just asks you to lock up and shut the lights off on your way out. There were some interesting pieces in the collection and the side of the house was even costumed in the fashion of a clown, so all in all, I'd say if you're not someone who would rather brave through the scenario I presented in the first sentence, then you should definitely visit Grampa Jerrry's.