On Saturday night we started looking for a motel around 6.00pm as I was starting to feel tired. Because of a huge wedding which we were told took up a number of paddocks just for the reception alone, the opening weekend of a native tribe's fishing season, the school holidays and a number of sporting events there were no vacancies at any motel for quite some distance. Around 8.30pm we found a crappy old one in Crescent City, California. Cheap and nasty.

Cold shower, blocked handbasin, almost non-existent curtains, cigarette burns on the bedspread and blanket, no wifi (that was the worse part) etc. The pillowcases and sheets were clean though!

We left before daybreak and had a great french toast breakfast down the road. Just to cheer us up.