So Mike and I think the crappier the motel/hotel the better when traveling. It adds to the story. Our room was to be expected. Ken and Ian had to take the last smoking room. Standing out side there door and our clothing was contaminated...
The only place in town with beer was a Canadian Chinese joint. The food was horrible. We think microwave packets. But the people in the bar were hilarious and friendly. We rode back the the hotel thinking we were in some sort of time warp movie.
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