Speaking of Banning, there was a place called the Shady Lady right next to the 10. I didn't actually stay there, just went out there to do a property and topo survey for a cell phone tower.
It was a small place and really spooky. It had seen better days. I was running the gun and set up outside one of the rooms, so I got to watch the whole spectacle.
This shave headed tweaker comes out of this room and walks over to a big rock in the yard, and rolls it over. He goes back in, and comes out with a shovel, and starts digging. Finishes the hole and goes back inside and comes out with a small, dead(?) puppy, throws it in the hole, fills it in, and rolls the rock back in place.
The worse, the better. Some hole along Flagstaff Rt 66. Paint peeling , ants crawling up the wall and overhead over the bed. Sleeping became a lesson in hearing what dropped on the sheets after the light went out. The nose became familiar with musty carpet smells and the TV barely had a relation with cable or the clouds. Breakfast rocked with the taste of 5 gallon aluminum totally fried coffee brewsky and stale wannabee bagels. Bananas were in season; pancakes were not. God that was the best experience ever...
It's a toss up between two, and both were too bad to stay.
1. The Muir Lodge. We stayed their once for a "treat" on our anniversary when I was supposed to start a wall in the morning and the "good night's sleep" and shower seemed like a good idea. Those cabins looked so sweet and like such a bargain, but there was a small army of squirrels tending their acorns in the metal roof all night long. I know that sounds fussy compared to places with tweakers burying puppies, but it was like having your head in a garbage can while someone banged on it. We ended up sleeping in the truck anyway.
2. A fleabag crack hotel along the road outside of SLC. The room was one big, gross ashtray. I couldn't stomach it.
Honorable Mention: The most expensive room I ever stayed in (Hyde Park Hilton, compliments of my company) was super posh but still didn't get me a decent night's sleep as there was a drunken domestic disturbance in the hall outside my door at 3 a.m. that threatened to hurt me as well and didn't disappear until I called security who was in no hurry to deal.