We went to ride dirt bikes in Moab a bunch of years ago during the Easter Jeep Safari weekend, which is crazy busy, and the hotels were full so my buddy found the four of us a cabin at the Lazy Lizard Hostel on the south side of town. It was cheap, supposedly it had great ratings, and it had a secure place to park the large trailer with all our bikes and gear. Upon getting there we discovered there was no good trailer parking because there were people tent camping haphazardly all over the place, so we had to sneak it alongside the mini-storage facility next door and and were told "they probably won't tow it". Then found our spacious cabin that barely fit two sets of bunk beds in it, it was maybe 9'x9', very tight arrangements for 3 dudes over 6' and one who is 6'3, 250#. When Troy swung the door open it smeared two black widows across the floor, I found another rather large one had set up shop in the corner about where my head would be as I slept, Rich tried to smash it and freaking missed, great! I woke up at some point to a mouse digging though one of our bags and seriously debated sleeping in the trailer across the top of our gear but figured it would probably get towed, with me in it. The big black widow was not in the corner web either so I cinched my sleeping bag extra tight around my face, hoping it wasn't already inside snuggling with me.
I walked across the lot to check out the community bathroom in the morning, it was something. There were three shower stalls in a row on a slightly downhill-slanting floor, the first two had clogged drains so the pans would fill up with water and spill over into the 3rd pan where the drain worked better. There was also a very strange hairy dude shaving, using more shaving cream than I ever seen a human use, I said "hello" and he gave me this absolutely withering glare, so I brushed my teeth and got the hell out of there. After riding that day I went back to take a shower. There was someone in the 3rd stall so I attempted to shower in the first one while keeping my feet on the sides of the pan so I didn't have to stand in the 3" deep pool of lukewarm hippy water and hair that probably been fermenting for weeks-it didn't work, I fell in and immediately made a mental note to visit my dr. and ask for another tetanus shot, something for athlete's foot, plus any other medication you might need before visiting a third world country. And the psycho shaving dude was in there again too, all lathered up roughly eight hours after I'd seen him shaving the first time, I'm convinced he was some sort of high-desert serial killer looking for potential victims.
The second night we smoked cigars inside the cabin in an attempt to fumigate all the vermin, it worked I think, or at least the spiders appreciated good Cuban cigars and decided we were cool. The bonfire drum circle outside serenaded us for HOURS, those people have some serious stamina! I eventually fell asleep and slept very well, probably due to the drummers' secondhand pot smoke wafting through our one tiny window. The Lazy Lizard has some great ratings on Google though, you guys should stay there if you go to Moab...
