What Not to Do on a Road Trip
Road trips are fun, and embracing the unknown is part of the adventure. You get to discover beautiful landscapes and new places. But we’ve gotten into a few awkward situations by not planning ahead.
For instance, only one real highway stretches across the Canadian province of the Yukon. Only one route between Alaska and the rest of the US, and each town is hundreds of miles away from each other. We planned our stops according to towns with motels, but when we pulled into our destination one night…we were met with an uncomfortable surprise.
No rooms were available. In the entire town.
How in the world can every hotel in the middle of the Yukon, Canada be booked, we asked ourselves? We were literally in the middle of, well, the Yukon!
So we had two options: sleep in the parking lot or continue on. We heard there was a hotel an hour away, so being the adventurers we are, we decided to to take our chances with the unknown…
We drove till midnight with no place to stop.
As one hour turned into two, we started getting desperate for rest. Every light on the side of the road we hoped was a hotel. But for 2 hours, the only lights were an odd parking lot or cabin here or there. Finally we found a hotel! No lights on in the restaurant and the gas station seemed haunted. But the hotel was lit up. Two trailers joined together with a roof. A big neon “Motel” sign perched on the roof.
A line of keys hung in the hall to check ourselves in. Two keys left: room 6 and 7. When we went into room 6, a man sat on the bed, who said he was just waiting to finish his laundry. Ok, not that room. Room 7 shared a bathroom with room 8, and the door was locked from the other side. On one hand, a self-service hotel in the middle of nowhere is a brilliant idea. On the other, all our spiny senses were on red alert.
So we decided to keep driving. 100 miles to the next big town and 89 miles left on our Prius….the Prius can coast on “E” mode for 10 miles, right?
A Light in the Darkness
Thankfully, we didn’t need to go that far. Like an oasis in the desert, another hotel and restaurant emerged from the darkness. Lights on and people inside and everything! We hadn’t eaten a real meal in days.
We were saved! And a great night of rest awaited us, we were sure of it.
When we walked into our soon to be “best rest of our lives hotel,” four women lounged in the dining area and one woman hovered at the counter. She asked how she could help us.
“We need a room please,” showing our overly cheesy smiles hoping to charm this room-providing goddess.
“Well, I’m not sure we have space” she responded.
Meanwhile Valerie glances over at the key rack that shows 10-15 rooms available according to the keys associated with each room number. She sees our utter disappointment.
“Well, I do have two daughters, I guess there’s space here.”
“Oh thank you so much! We are exhausted. By the way, who all stays here usually? We are in the middle of nowhere!”
Phew. This woman is our new best friend. She was so kind, in fact, she went to the kitchen to make us some PB&J’s. We had truly found heaven on earth. Food and rest, what an amazing combination when you’re tired and hungry!
Don’t worry you’ll be safe here.
As she escorted us to our room we started getting weird vibes. When have we ever been escorted to a room? And when have we ever been made PB&J’s in our adult life? It started to seem like a scene from Hansel and Gretel.
As we are walking down the hall, we notice pieces of different carpets thrown on the ground with bare wood showing underneath. Like, multiple colors ranging from brown carpet, to yellow carpet, the regular white shag carpet. All assorted randomly on the floor. There were open wires in walls that had no drywall, and the wires also hung from the ceiling dangling from above. And things continued to get weirder.
Every room we passed had an open door leading to an empty room. What in the world did she mean by “they were booked up?” Then, she utters the most disturbing words a hotel owner can say at 12:30 am…
“Don’t worry girls, you’ll be safe here.”
“Oh. Ummm. Uh, Cool! Thank you?”
Meanwhile we are thinking: “WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? WHO SAYS THAT?”
The room was the worst we’ve ever been in
So we get into this room, at the very end of the empty hallway and immediately go to lock our doors. We soon discover this room had no dead bolt. No chain lock. No way of locking the door outside of the barely functioning turn lock. All that’s on the door is a little white sign saying “if you need to open the door from the outside, press the little button.” From the outside?!? Are you kidding me? This is just downright weird.
The room had a single bulb dangling from the ceiling above the bed, no night stands, a TV that did not work and a bathroom with originally white but now stained red appliances. And the bed… was disgusting. So bad. We’re pretty sure the sheets had been washed at some point in their lifetime but not so sure it was within the last…week or so.
But we thought, well, at least it’s not in our car freezing to death. Things could be worse, right?
we ACCIDENTALLY stayed in a brothel
After a very unrestful night sleep we hit the road the moment it was light out. After all of this, we still thought it was the strangest set of events we had ever experienced. About a month later, after telling this story to a friend she simply responded: “Oh, so you stayed in a brothel!”
“OMG, you’re so right.” Prostitution is legal in Canada and hey! We’re not here to judge…but maybe next time we will make reservations in a regular ol’ hotel. So let’s just chalk this one up for the memory books and one hell of a story.
Lessons learned while crossing the Yukon: fill up your tank whenever you get the chance. Pack food so you don’t eat gas-station snacks or PB&J’s for 3 days. And finally: plan your stops and make reservations.
Do you have any outrageous travel stories? We want to hear! Tell us about them in the comments below.