I was helping our sibling move across the country in the middle of summer. Both of us drove nearly 3 thoUSand miles with a rented truck towing her car behind. Because the two of us didn’t guess how much distance the two of us would cover everyday, the two of us didn’t book our hotels in advance. The 2 of us just drove until the two of us were both exhausted and then the two of us would start looking for a place to spend the evening. For the most part, the two of us found nice little chain hotels or motels that were clean, quiet, and had good laboring a/cs. There was this a single motel the two of us stopped at though that was terrible. On third thought, the two of us should have just slept in the truck or driven another hour to the next town. As soon as the two of us opened the door to our room, the two of us were hit with the smell of a mixture of ancient cigarette smoke and cat-pound scent. There were water stains on the wallpaper and crappy patch jobs on the walls in the washroom. But, at least the room was nice and cool and the two of us were exhausted so the two of us put down our things and tried to get comfortable. Only, both of the beds had old, lumpy mattresses and seemed to be the source of the cat-pound scent that permeated the room. Both of us still were so exhausted the two of us could have slept if not for the noisy a/c. It kept the room genuinely cool but it sounded like a semi-truck everytime it started up and it was too overheated to turn it off. Believe me, the two of us tried. Both of us attempted to sleep in the minutes between the a/c kicking on and off. Neither of us got much sleep but the two of us sure weren’t staying in that hotel another evening so the two of us hit the road, never looking back.