Worst place I've stayed in my LIFE!!!!
This experience has taught me NEVER to procrastinate getting a hotel room again!!! The rest of the town was full and I'm not picky, so . . . If this has been "remodeled" it was in 1954. Laminate furniture, a postage stamp-sized bed (barely bigger than a twin, not even a full/double), blue matted carpet and trailer house paneling in the sleeping area, gold and white "antiqued" bathroom paneling with the avocado green linoleum on the floor. No kidding a rusted-out, 1970-something Chevy blazer permanently parked outside my room and a view out the back window of the interior of a storage unit (snow shovels, 2x4's, junk). The walls are paper thin. You hear EVERYTHING from the next room. But my three favorite things were the glad plug-ins to cover the lovely odor from this musty old relic, the stick-tights and grass lodged in the towels (looked like someone had dried off their bird dog with them RECENTLY), and the best was the spider/flea/bed bug bites all over my stomach.
The kids at the desk were very nice and pleasant, but this is an absolute MUST MISS!!! It's straight out of a Jeff Foxworthy Redneck joke. Drive 100 miles if you have to, but DO NOT STAY HERE!! I honestly wish I would have slept in my car.