Road Trip with Marty

About two or three years after high school I flew with Marty out to Denver and we saw Bob in Fort Collins for a while and then Road Trip! to Las Vegas. We were starting to feel tired a few hours out and wanted to find a place to sleep. After seeing a couple of places with No Vacancy signs we were getting discouraged. Finally we stayed at this decrepit motel in Fruita, Colorado. Al least it was cheap, but it was so bad the door did not close and we had to move some furniture against it for added security.