I drove from NYC to SF in July of 1990 and made the trip in 4 days (long driving days). I was doing the drive with my then-boyfriend on Route 80 and when it got to be 7:00 ish each evening, we'd have to start thinking about finding a town in which to stop for the night. It got a little dicey one night in Wymong because we passed up a few towns in order to push on a little farther and then, at about 10:00 p.m. we found ourselves exhausted and in the middle of nowhere. So, out in the dessert (which is pretty eerie at night in and of itself) we came upon this creepy little truck stop town. I don't know if it was even a town or just a few buildings off the highway because it was so dark and we were so tired, but it had this one strange rundown motel which we checked into for the night and the place was out of another era cmpletely. I can't remember the town, but will never forget the motel: it was called the Western Roundup Motel, it had sparkly ceiling stucco and, get this, a velvet painting of a cowboy on the wall over our bed. It cost us a whopping $27 for the night (I think I still have the recipt somewhere). It's a good thing I was dog-tired that night because, otherwise, I don't think I would have slept a wink in that place.