I dubbed the bed, "Sir Ratty McNasty," because there were holes in the sheets, presumably knawed into them by the rats (just kidding, no rats:). The bathroom looked like a former crime scene. There was a dark outline seemingly "soaked" into the bathroom floor. The help at the front desk was, how shall I say, "clueless"? It took them like three hours to check me in, what with all the "computing" and all. No safety deadbolt on the door (safety is so overrated!). Carafe coffee machine (vs. the newer, more sanitary ones at some motels that don't have a carafe, but only brew a single cup of coffee directly into a disposable cup each time). Door in the wall, presumably to the room next door (always comforting to know the stranger next door has his own door to my room!). Oh, and the heating and cooling unit in the room would only blow cool air for about 5 minutes before "going silent," forcing one to use the mere "fan only." A great bargain!
- Baker City Rodeway Inn
