wow... what a dump. in all respects, we are discussing one of the lowest-end motels in the nation. this hotel ranked right along some of the lowest hotels we've stayed in tiny frontier towns of undeveloped nations where we regularly travel. I'll just highlight a few of the problems: twice police arrested guests and took them away during one-night stay (that, however, was a good thing... as they did not tolerate major criminals and miscreants (just minor ones). continuous noise from drugged out folks (or, perhaps, a just-activated sleeper cell) in nearby rooms and i swear one woman was giving birth over bonanza reruns. the room's main windows looking out on parking lot do not lock (easily opened from outside by our five-year old). When i found the night folks (cleaning up the room in the middle of the night after the drug bust) and asked for a lock, they couldn't find one so i borrowed the little sill-lock from that room. The cleaning woman confided in me that her room's window didn't lock either (from other reviews, it appears that none of the windows close). inspired by the drug dealers and my little kids beside me, I installed my own locking mechanisms on the window (using shower curtain rod). i think that would have allowed me to calm down and go to sleep if it wasn't for the birth next door and the guys above us on speed or meth or whatever. Bathroom window was also permanently open (broken) so we had to use towels to block out the 15 degree cold (i just tried to forget about the easy entrance opportunities... figuring the motel mates would be too wasted to climb up the window given the easy access through the main front one). Exhausted from the repairs, i tried to take a shower and alternatively scalded and froze myself until, dejected, i gave up that one last creature comfort returning to the 40 degree room to sleep. too wet and cold, i decided that the broken thermostat would not win its battle against my family's comfort so i jerry-rigged it to get the heater to come on and after an hour, the room was a downright tropical 60. I will admit that the bed was comfortable but pillow felt like a rock quarry. I might have ventured out for some more blankets but the black ice all over parking lot made me feel like just calling it a night. my uber hard-core wife kept telling me that in El Salvador this would be a palace... i corrected her that in the hinterlands of even El Salvador this place would be more like a tool shed. she slept fine... i stayed up wondering if the meth lab upstairs would blow and if the baby was a girl or boy. all that said, i will say one thing positive about this dump: the guy at the front desk (TJ or something like that) was about as nice a guy as one can find ... professional and calm and willing to help. He also had the cops on speed dial which came in handy a few times that night... and seemed real chummy with them... as it seems the cops were regulars too. My advice: blow the extra 10$ and find a place where you can actually sleep.