This rates in my top 5 most horrible travel experiences. My Dad stopped here with my sister and I on our way to San Diego when I was about 12 or 13. He didn’t realize this is a dead sea with no feeding rivers. I lost my taste for pimento cheese spread after we made sandwiches for dinner out of it since the local “bar and grill” was hardly a place for children. We had a two room suite in the local motel. One double bed had a leopard print spread, the other a purple tiedye spread, each with multiple DNA samples. I remember not letting my sister walk on the carpet barefoot.

Looking back, it would be a cool place to visit if you were a photograper, or were interested in some really, really cheap realestate. I just wouldn’t want to stay the night there.