The place is painted dark gray all over. Not a cozy look to me, but whatever. The room was really small, like, live-your-suitcase-in-the-car small. Not even a chair, but, again, no big deal, good enough to crash for the night on the way somewhere. Everything was clean. Except for the refrigerator. I also didn't realize it wasn't turned on until the morning when I had to toss out all my perishables I put in. No big deal, should have paid attention. My 17 year old son woke up with a backache. Well, what can you expect from a motel in a living ghost town, population 60, and the only place with lodging within a nearly 70 mile radius.
There was something else that bothered me more than any of the above. As soon as I booked it, I got an email from the owners saying that they don't allow dogs in any way shape or form because they have an elderly cat who's been traumatized by a guest's fake service dog. That's fine, we get it. Then we got a text from Expedia letting us know that, again, no dogs and that there's a law against misrepresenting your dog as a service animal. Then another text requesting that I sign a form about that. We met the owner in the morning and asked. Turned out the cat is not even alive anymore, was run over by a car some time ago. But they kept the messages. I could see why. The way he went on and on and on about how people keep bringing dogs. He just seems to really detest dogs and their owners! And I detest being lied to. And people like that.
