Guest User
January 6, 2023
The front desk staff was delightful. That's where it ended. Upon entering our designated crime scene, room 111, we immediately were hit with what anyone would fear. A room that time travelled back to 1971. Filthy carpet. A bed where the linens were clearly not changed or made at all, complete with nice hair DNA samples under the covers in case it got "official" that night. Hey, you love crispy formica? Then you'll love the bathroom area, which coincidentally is part of the room. Visions of romantic trucker hook-ups danced in our heads as we slipped into the foam bed with pillow made from what felt like a bag of leaves. My wife and I thought we should change rooms, and then we quickly surmised...why? Our guess was they are all like this. We were stuck. Not much choice in the area. After a night with us taking turns on lookout duty, we gathered our belongings and struck this up as one for the memory books to tell our grandchildren. You've been warned.