This part is completely fictional.
A few days ago these guys told us about closed motel. They explained
how one could enter and that they enjoyed a night there.
So yesterday 52.7 miles into the middle of nowhere we found it. Chris
decided to push on (we'll most likely meet up again) but I spent the
night.
Nice. congratulations on making it through the night alive…
Here’s the room when we stayed
Hey, Mike. This is Boris, one of the guys who told you about the abandoned motel you didn’t really stay at. Glad you made it through that tough stretch of road okay. We’re in Pueblo now and we’ll be moving on tomorrow. I’ll be reading your blog backwards in hopes of getting some tips on where I can stay. When you cross the border into Nevada, make sure you stop in Baker and say Hi to Terry from us at the Silver Jack Restaurant, he’ll let you stay in the back for free if you eat there.
i would have shown the axe weilding maniac my wang.