Worst Hotel you’ve ever stayed at ..

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[Westelker]

Good to know! I’ll be heading back this year it looks like, but giving myself more time to acclimate to the elevation, so barring bad weather hopefully I won’t have to stay in a hotel any.

Plus I invested in better sleeping bags. I tried to get through 1st rifle with a 40 degree bag last time.

I think it's best to camp near where you may be scouting. The Alpine is nothing special. It's always been clean and comfortable to stay. I haven't stayed there for three or four years.

 

[mmazour]

Funny how some of the same "resorts" keep popping up. I will second the Nullaviq Inn in Kotzebue, along with the Casper Motel 6. And glad we made the choice to avoid teh Warbonnet Inn in Browning and just keep on driving.

 

[Idahoarcheryhunter]

If you find yourself in Boise, treat yourself to one of the many nice hotels within a mile of the airport.

 

[Deleted member 48080]

Everyone knows the best lodging in Kotzebue is sleeping on the lawn of the NPS office.

 

[Deleted member 48080]

I worked on a multi-year project mapping the power grid for the entire state of MT. We'd roll in to town and our crew leader would call around until he found the cheapest room, and stick us in them doubled up. It's incredible how run-down and disgusting the vast majority of these motels were. Buildings that driving by you would never guess are still operational. It's much easier to remember the few decent ones than the countless shit-holes.

In the warmer months it was a no brainer to take the $15/night housing perdiem and sleep in a tent in the field.

 

[Coyote Assassin]

Hotel in Medicine Bow Wyoming. It was a fire trap that was about 75 yards from the rail line that dozens of coal trains passed by all night. That place would shake like a dog chitting razor blades every time one would go by. But, I did kill thousands of p-dogs around there every summer.

 

[FlatlandHunter]

Don’t remember the name but in 2015 stayed in a hotel between Des Moines and Council Bluffs on the way home. I was too tired to care but I felt like there was a body under the mattress because it was so high centered. I have smelled dead bodies too many times and it had that odor also. Good times. Now I just deal with being tired and push the 20 hours straight through, probably need to stop this and just pay for a better hotel.

 

[Wild Bill]

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[Big Slick]

The Alaskan Hotel & Bar is quite the dive. We went into our room, there were dirty dishes and the bed hadn’t been washed. The shower and bathroom is a multi use facility. Reminded me of the WWII barracks in Fort Leonard Wood.

 

[Westelker]

The Alpine Inn next door is pretty good. John the owner hunts elk and has a few good stories.

Actually, after thinking about it, John has a few good elk lies!

 

[Westelker]

I don't remember the dive, but it was a "hotel" in Kodiak Is., AK. Got to what I thought was my private room early in the evening, opened the door and noticed five or six beds. I picked a bed and tossed my camping and hunting gear on another couple and thought the space was great. Went someplace to have my last hot cooked meal. Upon returning to the hotel some young guy tried to pick me up. That was weird and really bothered me that whole night. Back to the comfort of my private room, I find a couple new undesirable looking roommates who just arrived, alright.... I get it now with all the beds. One fellow mumbled something about two more roommates will be joining us... when they're through drinking. I checked all my gear and everything seemed to be as I had left it. Now, preparing for the worst, I put all my stuff in a corner next to my bed in anticipation of what was to come. So here we are, one big room, one tiny bathroom, four strangers and myself. Great! I brush my teeth and decided my hot shower will have to wait until after my hunting trip. After a few words with my two new friends about crab boats or something, I crawled into bed in anticipation of a good night's sleep. Soon after, in perfect unison, my roommates start a snoring contest. It really was funny, they were in perfect timing.... they would takes turns in the way they would snort, hoot and hiss. One was a baritone and the other was a bass. I was only about six feet away from the closes nimrod. Somehow, I fell asleep and what I guess a couple hours later was awakened with full lights on in the room and two new "roommates" entered and immediately started arguing with the first two. I'm not even sure if roommate three and four even knew I was in the room. I sensed now that things were going to go South real fast as things heated up and the arguing got louder. I got up, grabbed my shooting stick, showed my presence as if I was "Brock Lesnar" the MMA fighter and yelled something. After a few more exchanges of words in a much lower tone things settled down and the snoring quartet began and continued. Morning finally came, I couldn't get out of that place fast enough to catch my plane to Port Lions. I pretty much slept in peace the next nine nights.

 

[recon6036]

Early 90’s, my wife (girlfriend at the time) and I were heading home from Wisconsin Dells late at night. We decided to shack up in Green Bay and booked a room at the Gladstone Motel.
One step in the room and we said “no way.” We got our money back from the angry hotel owner and drove 2 hours home. That hotel is no longer there.
2011, the family and I were heading home from an out-west vacation and decided to stop in the Minneapolis area around 1am.
My brother, who lived nearby gave us the name of a hotel (forgot the name), in Burnsville.
The room was in the back of the hotel, which had no lighting in the parking lot. The room smelled, was filthy and had blood splatter on the wall.
Like others, we slept in sleeping bags and were out the door by 6am.
Not sure if my brother directed us there on purpose or not…..I think he did!

 

[Westelker]

Early 90’s, my wife (girlfriend at the time) and I were heading home from Wisconsin Dells late at night. We decided to shack up in Green Bay and booked a room at the Gladstone Motel.
One step in the room and we said “no way.” We got our money back from the angry hotel owner and drove 2 hours home. That hotel is no longer there.
2011, the family and I were heading home from an out-west vacation and decided to stop in the Minneapolis area around 1am.
My brother, who lived nearby gave us the name of a hotel (forgot the name), in Burnsville.
The room was in the back of the hotel, which had no lighting in the parking lot. The room smelled, was filthy and had blood splatter on the wall.
Like others, we slept in sleeping bags and were out the door by 6am.
Not sure if my brother directed us there on purpose or not…..I think he did!

He directed you guys there because his place may have been worse. lol

 

[recon6036]

I worked Law Enforcement in the Grand Rapids MI metro area.
Got a call of a guy who ran down the second floor hallway, at Motel 6 on 28th st, and dove through the closed window into the parking lot,
When I got in the area, I saw a bloody naked guy running down the middle of Broadmoor.
My backup arrived and we grabbed ahold of the guy and tried to wrestle him to the ground (no Tasers then).
He was whacked on drugs and slimy as hell.
We finally got him down and cuffed after our Sgt. arrived and kicked him in the dick…. Said he tried a common peroneal kick….
Lots of good calls at that motel.

 

[Forkyfinder]

My brother and I go back to our room for supper. Leftover bbq from the reunion! We finish and go back outside, and now the sun is beginning to set, and the Motel 6 takes on a new form of life. Many new arrivals who aren't guests, and some who are, begin pouring in. We spend some identifying the guards, identifying rooms where the drugs/money is kept, identifying rooms where the drugs are sold, and as the night went on and the sun went all the way down, the rooms where the girls are stationed to be on-call, and the rooms where they take johns. We don't get a good look at the guy in charge of this show who's bringing the girls in two at a time, but we call him Noah and watch him ferry girls for a good long time from the second floor walkway above them. We are noticed by everyone involved, but not minded at all, possibly because of their own confidence in knowing their operation is well built and guarded, but also possibly because my brother and I are about as threatening as any two stoned-up drunk dummies on a cross country road trip could ever really appear to be.

The night grows late, and we decide to make our way back to the room for bedtime. We start picking up our beer cans and as we turn to go back to our rooms, one of the girls down below gives us a farewell wave and smile. My brother laughs, and I wave back. It's important to be polite when you're not local, after all.

Before we hit the hay, I tell my brother that I think there's probably not much in terms of petty crime or car break ins around here considering the level of organized 24-hour operations these guys are operating. I tell him I bet they run a pretty tight ship when it comes to doing things that wind up dragging the police around. He agrees - but says to keep the guns loaded and out, anyway, which I find reasonable enough.

Around 3am there's a very loud, very jarring glass CRASH. I get my boots on and look out the window - no one. I tell my brother to grab the shotgun and cover me, I want to make sure that wasn't our rear windscreen getting smashed out. I check over the rail, no persons and no broken glass, everything seems ok. I go to check around the corner of the building nearest to the door and run into noneother but the two guys who have been patrolling all day - I suppose they're on call for night shift, too, as they're wearing the same uniform I am - jammie bottoms and boots. I ask them if they've seen anything, and they say no. We go to check the other side of the building and there's a great big pile of smashed glass in front of one of the rooms. We look at the window on the room where the glass came from - smashed from the inside out. Whatever was going on was going on inside, not outside, so the two guys turn on their heels and head back for their rooms. I do the same. We wake up one more time to red and blue lights flashing through the curtains, but don't hear anything else throughout the night.

The following morning, we load the car and reflect on the night before. It's not every night you get to watch a drug and prostitution hub in action. And the action never ends - before anyone else is up and moving, the morning shift guard for the downstairs drug room is on duty, smoking a blunt outside of the room. We give each other "'Sup?" head nods, and go about our day.

As we do our final triple checks for everything, the parking lot SWARMS with police vehicles. Marked, unmarked, regular patrol units, special units, all kinds of guys. At least a dozen officers bail out of the vehicles, and head for one of the rooms near the morning drug room. The morning shift guard was almost superhuman in his speed of putting his blunt out, whipping his phone out to call (whoever), and making sure the door was locked before walking away. The police get to the room theyre interested in, very casually, and knock on the door with all of the commotion and tumult of selling cookies. A very large man opens the door - a guard for the girl's rooms from the previous night that we recognize. They have a short, civil conversation that we can't hear, and then the man turns around, allowing the police to cuff him, and without saying a word walks calmly to one of the SUVs, where he still needs to be kind of stuffed in, and off they go. We don't see the drug guard come back. We start up the car and head back for the front office.

We turn our key in, thank the new, spritely woman at the front desk, and get on the road for the day.

So that's about it, I reckon. I still think about that night a lot. A lot of things could have gone a lot of different ways, and I'm kind of glad everything happened the way it did. Well, except for the part where Motel 6 stole $40 from me but I didn't realize it til I got back home, that didn't really carry the same whimsical feeling as the rest.

(the end)

Happiness is lubbock texas in the rearview mirror.

 

[Dubz337]

As a younger Dubs I worked on the rigs for a couple years, travelling all over western Canada. Saw my share of terrible hotels, but the worst ones always seemed to be in the little podunk towns in Saskatchewan. Absolute worst were some 'cabins' outside Arcola. Corrugated metal shanties lined with asbestos with visible gaps in the walls near the floor, mice everywhere, water that came out of the tap was brown, no tv, no cell service, and the rest of the cabins were home to the filthiest vermin you could find, and I'm talking about the guests. Only provided one key to the room while sharing with a guy working nightshift, and he wanted to be in charge of the key. Well wouldn't you know but he'd forget to hide it where we said literally every night. So after a 12 hr shift with a couple hour drive back, I'd have to crawl through a window to get into the room. I can say that trip was a big catalyst in getting me off the rigs, so it did serve a purpose at least.

 

[Bonasababy]

Super 8 in Roseville MN--lots of low lifes wandering around. Loud hollering and voices with people in the parking lot until late--then came the drug bust and more lights and sirens and noise, until about 2 am.

Had good luck at some Super 8's in rural areas. Often allow dogs which is why I consider them.

 

[Carl 9.3x62]

The Teapot Motor Inn in Edgerton Wyoming was, well…..not great. Sleeping on the floor would have been a better option than the bed. It is no longer open.

I just drove through Edgerton this weekend. I don't think the town is open anymore.

 

[Westelker]

He directed you guys there because his place may have been worse. lol