The day we left Vegas, we made it almost all the way to the Grand Canyon. Instead of going in during the evening time, we stopped at a pretty much scary motel about an hour outside the park. The town where Motel Route 66 was located was pretty cute- like something out of an old Western. Except that it had a Starbucks. However, the motel itself was to date the sketchiest place we had stayed. Upon arrival, around 5pm, Rob went to sleep and didn’t wake up until the morning. Little guy was just tuckered out. The room was teeny-tiny-tony, with a bathroom the size of that on an airplane. Every time I went in there, I felt like Chris Farley in Tommy Boy trying to maneuver around unsuccessfully. Additionally, the room was actually 2 rooms,
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