Friday, August 10, 2018

Oregon Coast Bount: Part 4...Motel Hell

Route 7 west
We spent the whole day on beautiful, winding mountain roads, but it became tiring--for both of us. I don't know how my husband drives them so well, but he does. We've been to the highest passes out west, even went up to Pikes Peak, around the tightest hair-pin turns, and he's on top of it. I sit in passenger seat and I do not lie when I say I do hang on to the chicken hand hold. I trust him, but I don't trust other people coming the opposite way.

Add to that, there were very few places to get off to take a break. We did stop for gas--and for pee break. As we drove up a young Pakistani came up to the driver side and asked if he could pump our gas for us. Of course, being from Illinois you don't trust anyone, and also from seeing news in Chicago, you think someone's going to car jack you. My husband questioned him his express desire to pump our gas for us. He said it was actually a law that we could not pump our own gas in Oregon. News to us. Dennis said he'd pumped it at a truck stop earlier. He then said, "Well, sometimes they are lazy."

Whatever. I had to go and find a rest room. The gas was pumped and Dennis did not trust to hand the guy his credit card, and paid cash for it. Also from hearing how people can steal your credit card #. Doesn't anyone get that in Oregon????

One other unusual thing happened while Dennis was paying inside for the gas, I learned later, he said some woman had made a purchase and the man tending the counter had put her things into a plastic bag. And she complained and asked why he didn't have paper bags. Which was odd to us, at the time, but later, after we'd been to coast, and made purchases, we noticed they did not like plastic, and in fact they charge for recycled plastic bottles when you buy them. I could understand this. They don't want their beautiful coast/ocean to be polluted by plastic.

We drove on, noting there were plenty of areas to camp, and in some places there were cabins, or motels along the way. We had entered pacific time zone earlier that morning--another first.

Our trip went along or across the Powder River, which looked high. The lodge pole and Ponderosa pines reminded me of Colorado a bit. We climbed to 5,000 feet elevation at one point. Nothing to us, just made your ears pop and fill and pop a few times. It was a quiet drive, hardly met anyone on the road. People with trailers and RV's pull over to let you pass--it's actually a law here.

Continued driving until we came down into a rather wide valley, just miles from John Day (a town, but also known for archaeological digs). We stopped in a cute mercantile in Dayville. had everything you'd need like beer, food, ice cream (I was eyeing it, okay?), and gifts. The shop boasted it was established in 1896. We bought beer, used the bathroom and I took a few pictures. You never know who you might meet along the way.

We continue on seeing Mt. Hood along the way. We didn't stop again, because of time, I wanted badly to take a picture of Mt. Hood sticking up with a healthy coating of white on it, but our windshield was plastered with bugs. We needed lunch. Once again, getting somewhere to eat a decent lunch--or any food--has been our worst nightmare. The only place in this one town we thought we might try was a Dairy Queen. What a disaster that turned out to be. First of all, if you want a salad, they didn't have French dressing. Who doesn't have French dressing? Dennis is lactose and gluten intolerant, but he knows his limits. Ranch dressing was out and so was whatever vinaigrette dressings they had. So, he tried the chicken sandwich. Bad idea. First of all, he didn't want a sandwich, but a salad (avoiding the bread), so he tried to just take off half the bun. There was pepper all over the damned thing. He couldn't eat it. My salad was hardly inspiring, but then, this is a fast food place. What could we do? This town, Redmond, was a congested town, Sisters was a smaller, cute touresty town, but it was buy @ noon hour.

Finally at end of day we got into Eugene, which is on Route 5, and to the north, before you get into Washington, is Portland. We were dog-tired. After a long day of driving, Dennis doesn't want to drive anywhere to find a restaurant. Thus, the sight of a Denny's next to a Motel 6, was ideal.

Parking was tight, and that was only the beginning. This room cost us less than last night--clue #2 not to stay.

Here is my review from Trip Advisor:

Dirty, No Extras, Parking is tight

Reviewed 3 days ago
The only reason we chose to stay here is because we'd been driving all day, and we saw the Denny's restaurant next to it. Right away the parking is tight. Not everyone has a small vehicle. We happen to have an F150. There's absolutely no way you can park in their tight parking places and have room to even open your door. We were told to move our truck. My husband had a long argument with woman who was management. Apparently she didn't get it and kept saying "these are regular sized spaces"--for maybe a Fiat, okay?
Next: NO EXTRAS. No clock, and I was surprised we actually got a TV. No tub, just a shower, but no place to put a bar of soap, or shampoo. I put them on the floor. When we tried to use the only chair (cheap plastic thing you might have seen in a school 30 years ago), there was a dust bunny size of a cotton ball, and something sticky spilled all over it. My husband had spilled a little water on the floor, and wiped it up with a paper towel--the towel came up BLACK.

I won't go on here. Obviously this place is bad. I don't know who gave it a 5-star, but management must have paid them to do so.

You stay at your own risk. Never again.
First of all, the floors were dirty, the bathroom had a white tile and you could see someone's dirty footprints all over. Obviously they didn't take a mop to this place. The main room was wood. I'd think someone could have taken a damned Swifter over it w/o too much sweat. There was NO TISSUE--even if they were of the sandpaper variety, there was none. Virtually no room around the sink to place much of anything, like your toothpaste, tooth brushes and so forth. When we went to take our showers, there was no place to put soap, or shampoo. There used to be, you can see the holes where something had been at one time. When we thought to bring in that ugly chair to put clothes on, well, it was filthy. Dennis took a Wet One over it. Obviously no one has sat in it, or moved it, in years.

I didn't even get into the argument over the parking melee. First, our phone rang, perhaps an hour after we'd been there. Dennis had parked outside our door as soon as someone left the spot. Now, let me make this clear. We have a Ford F150. Nothing larger than a normal pick up, but you could not park in the slot provided and get out of your vehicle, I swear, because when we first parked, I had about ten inches in order to squeeze out of my side. Getting everything out of the back was a bit of a trick as well. We have over-large doors because of the way the back doors are short and open toward the front.

Anyway, the phone call from management talks to Dennis for a few minutes and I can see this is getting him agitated the more they go over and over the parking business. He hangs up on them, but goes out and tries his best to situate his truck. There's a pick-up next to ours. A guy who's been walking around in swim trunks--yest there was a pool, and I would question it's cleanliness--since we got there. Dennis suspected he either came here often/knew the manager. The woman manager came out pushing a cart and saying things like "these are standard size parking spots". Well, you saw my review on Trip Advisor, and it was true. These were tight parking spots. Even cars would have a challenge in not dinging the next car with their door. The argument went on and on. When it comes to my husband, when he knows he's right, he will argue the other person until they give up. Which they did, especially when he said he'd call Mr. Tom Bonnett about it, in a joking/sarcastic way. He brought up everything about the room that was far below standard, saying we didn't even get a box of tissue. She had some standard answer, but I don't know what her problem was.

The Homeless & Hungry
The next morning, we went to Denny's for breakfast. Went as early as we could. At least the breakfast didn't disappoint us. A couple of people were walking outside in the lot in the half-dark. They looked homeless. One walked past our window, in fact. Later, when Dennis was loading up the truck, one of them approached him--actually, he stepped out and there she was. She had a dog. She explained she was trying to get food from the hotel (well, good luck with that!). One thing about my husband, he is kind hearted. He saw she had a dog, and that she was really sort of off, or out of it. He asked when she'd last had something to eat. She said maybe two days ago. He came back and grabbed some chips and offered her water. She said she needed something sugary, so he grabbed a Coke out of our cooler. We literally had very little food, but snacks and water and a few drinks on us. So, she went on her way. It's terrible seeing this, coming in contact with one who has so little. Giving money might not help, but maybe it would have. But when you travel, you don't want people to know how much you have on you. We travel with cash and credit card in order to get us through our trip and back.

The next post will get us to the coast. The experience was totally different, and we really didn't know what we would see. I will have pictures. And lucky us, we did find a place to stay right there on the coast.


  1. I guess they thought they were doing us a favor by not charging too much... for nothing.


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