Raven's Roads
Living an interesting life: the travels and musings
of motorcycling author Linda R. Moore

Jul 12, 2006

On motels

Filed in Nevada 2006

Two nights ago I was in Caliente. I was checked in by a little old lady whose fingers drummed compulsively on the table as I filled in the form. The room had an open window (no curtains) with a light directly outside so it never got dark. I slept very poorly that night. But it did have 14 power sockets, mind. I had the giggles every time I found another set.

It was a room decked out like my Grandma’s house, more of a cottage than a motel room, with all old-fashioned furniture and a flowery quilt. And then a neon blue metal desk lamp. Go figure.

Last night, exhausted by heat, I checked in at Glendale, Nevada. The door was a pig to open and required force. (I added WD-40 which helped somewhat.) It was a big, spacious affair. Then I had dinner at the adjacent truck stop type cafe, where I was molested by about 20 flies. It was a truly uncomfortable, disgusting experience.

Tonight I am in a large Vegas casino, which surcharges you even for dialling 1-800 numbers (freephone), and didn’t think hard about the location of the DSL line, which is too short to reach the bed or the table. I have somewhat rearranged my room.

Have just found out that my friend Barb from Alaska is in Vegas too, and I’m meeting tomorrow and maybe too. Evidently I emitted enough “I’m in Vegas and I’m lonely” vibes to attract lots of lovely friendly people who want to see me all at once. :)