The room was stifling when I arrived. To reach the AC at the top of the window, I, a senior citizen, had to stand on a rickety chair. The room was on the 2nd floor. Grudgingly, the landlord helped me carry my luggage up the stairs. Many plastic floor mats along hallways were in poor condition, the ends flipped up: accidents waiting to happen. They need replacing. Freezer section of fridge very thick with ice; obviously not defrosted all season: lazy housekeeping. Decor: 2 shades of pink, very dated match the small pink bathtub. I felt like I had fallen into a vat of strawberry ice cream. The most expensive and terrible motel I stayed at on my trip. Memorable for all the wrong reasons. Of all my road trips, this ranks as one of the worst, if not the worst.