Richfield, UT's BEST Super 8? (You Won't Believe This!)
Richfield's "Best" Super 8: A Deep Dive (Buckle Up, Buttercups!)
Okay, folks, let's talk about Richfield, Utah. Population: probably not enough to warrant a Michelin star restaurant. But hey, it's on the way to Zion, Bryce, all that glorious national park stuff, and sometimes…sometimes you just need a place to crash. And that, my friends, brings us to the Super 8. Now, I've stayed in a lot of Super 8s in my time. They're generally…well, you know the drill. But this one in Richfield? Oh, it's an experience. Let's dive in, shall we? And yes, I'm going to tell you, it's a rollercoaster…
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First Impressions & the Great Accessibility Search:
Pulling up, the exterior…well, it looks like a Super 8. You know the look. Beige, a few sad-looking plants, and that promise of "free breakfast" that often proves to be a lie of lukewarm, processed proportions. Now, I travel with my dear Uncle Joe, who, bless his heart, relies on a wheelchair. Accessibility is EVERYTHING.
- Accessibility: Okay, here's where things get…a mixed bag. The ramps are decent, thankfully. Thank God, my goodness! Getting into the lobby was no problem. The hallways seemed wide enough, but the elevators? Let's just say they could use some modernizing (slow and creaky).
- Wheelchair Accessible: Yes, technically. But like, technically. There are accessible rooms (we got one!), with some grab bars and space around the bed. But maneuvering around the room felt a tad claustrophobic.
- Facilities for Disabled Guests: They try. They really do. But things are a bit, shall we say, "basic."
The Room: A Tale of Two Halves (and a Very Questionable Bedspread)
Our room… Well, you know the drill, right?
- Available in all rooms: Air conditioning (thank God it works!), Alarm clock, Coffee/tea maker. Essential condiments weren't present but, if I'm honest that's more a compliment than a criticism. It's a Super 8, after all.
- Things I noticed (immediate emotional reaction!): Okay, look, the bedspread. The bedspread. It looked like it hadn't been updated since the Clinton administration. Seriously. It was a questionable floral pattern in shades I'm not even sure are colors anymore. I'm talking serious ew. I wanted to burn it with fire. But the bed itself? Surprisingly comfortable. A bit of a paradox.
- Internet Access: Free Wi-Fi (Hallelujah!). It actually worked! Fast enough to stream a movie, even. That's a win!
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms: Yes, indeed! Another victory!
Cleanliness and Safety: The Sanitizing Saga
Now, with the world as it is, cleanliness is paramount. I'm a germaphobe at the best of times, and with COVID, I'm worse. So how did the Richfield Super 8 handle the sanitization situation?
- Cleanliness and Safety: Generally good. I saw staff wiping down surfaces in the lobby, which was reassuring.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Supposedly. I'm not sure I saw it, but I choose to believe.
- Hand sanitizer: Available at the front desk and in the lobby. Check.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: I can only assume they were used, but I didn't see them being wielded around which made me feel a little uneasy.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: Not that I saw.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Yes, I saw it more than once.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: They seemed to know what they were doing, wearing masks and all.
Now, here's a little anecdote. One morning, while getting coffee (more on the breakfast situation in a bit!), I thought I saw a staff member wiping down the SAME coffee pot with the SAME dirty rag. My heart stopped. I quickly, discretely, got a bottled water. I might have been imagining it. It might have been a quick wipe-down before they switched to a new rag. I'm choosing the latter story.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Breakfast Blues and Beyond
Ah, the infamous free breakfast.
- Breakfast [buffet]: Yes, there was a "buffet". Let me set the scene. Picture: pre-packaged muffins (which, admittedly, were pretty edible), lukewarm scrambled eggs (I’m going to resist the urge to speculate on their origin), a waffle maker (which, by some miracle, did work), and instant coffee.
- Breakfast takeaway service: Sort of. You could grab a muffin and run, I guess.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant: Yes, the coffee situation. See above. They had tea bags though.
- Dining, drinking, and snacking: This is Richfield. Don't expect a culinary revelation. There's a fast-food place across the street! (Which is what we did the first night).
- Restaurants: None in the hotel, obviously.
Services and Conveniences: The Good, The Bad, and the Slightly Chaotic
- Cash withdrawal: Yes, near the front desk.
- Concierge: Nope.
- Daily housekeeping: Yes, and they did a decent job.
- Elevator: Yes, but…see above.
- Laundry service: Available. We didn’t use it.
- Car park [free of charge]: Yep, plenty of parking.
- Convenience store: Nope.
- Front desk [24-hour]: Yes, which is essential when you're having a late-night craving for…well, anything besides that questionable bedspread.
For the Kids:
- Family/child friendly: Yes, generally. But it's a Super 8. Let's not get carried away.
Getting Around:
- Car park [on-site]: Yes, and free!
- Airport transfer: Nope. This isn't a five-star resort, people.
- Car power charging station: Nope.
- Taxi service: I highly, highly doubt it.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax: (LOL!)
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: Yep! It was closed for the season, when we visited, naturally.
- Fitness center: I didn’t see one.
- Gym/fitness: Nope.
- Spa/sauna: Nope. This ain't the Four Seasons.
(More Rants and Anecdotes!)
One day, as I was trying to get coffee, I overheard a couple at the front desk… It was a whole soap opera! Turns out, they had booked a room, but it was "unavailable." A whole saga of frustration and exasperation. The front-desk clerk, bless her soul, remained calmly professional, despite the couple's increasingly loud complaints. I felt bad, I really did…but I was also secretly glad I didn’t have to deal with THAT drama.
The Verdict: Will I Go Back?
Look, it's a Super 8. Expectations need to be managed accordingly.
- Pros: Affordable. Good location for exploring the area. Mostly clean. The beds were comfy. The Wi-Fi worked!
- Cons: The questionable decor, "meh" breakfast. Accessibility could be improved. The occasional mystery with the staff.
Would I stay here again? Yes, probably. If I were passing through Richfield, needing a convenient, affordable, and somewhat functional place to sleep, I'd consider it.
But remember, my friends, bring your own pillowcase. And maybe a can of Lysol. Just in case. You've been warned!
Escape to Paradise: Fairfield Inn & Suites Mobile Daphne/Eastern Shore
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's meticulously planned vacation itinerary. This is… well, it’s my attempt to wrangle some memories out of a trip to the Super 8 in Richfield, Utah. God help me.
The Richfield Rhapsody: A Super 8 Odyssey (or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Free Continental Breakfast)
Day 1: Arrival and the Quest for Decent Coffee (and Sanity)
3:00 PM: Check-in. Super 8 (duh). Okay, first impressions? Let's be honest, the lobby smelled vaguely of chlorine and desperation. The kind of desperation that’s fueled by three-day road trips and questionable gas station burritos. The lady at the front desk, bless her heart, looked like she'd seen things. Things I don't even want to know about. She handed me the key card like it was a winning lottery ticket. I was cautiously optimistic. My room? Basic. Beige. Surprisingly clean. Success!
3:30 PM - 4:30 PM: Coffee Crisis. This is where it all went sideways. The in-room coffee maker… well, let's just say it resembled a relic from the Stone Age. The coffee tasted like dishwater that had seen some action. I needed caffeine, stat! So I embarked on a quest for a proper cup. This involved driving (carefully, because I was already grumpy) around Richfield, dodging what seemed like a disproportionate number of pickup trucks. Eventually, I stumbled upon a… well, a truck stop. And by some miracle, they had decent coffee. Saved. My sanity? Probably not entirely.
5:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Staring Contest with the TV. I collapsed onto the bed, flicking through channels. The TV situation was a minefield of local news and infomercials. After a heroic battle, I managed to find a re-run of a show I swore I'd never, EVER watch again, and I surrendered. You know you're on a road trip when you're willing to watch anything. Anything.
6:30 PM - 7:30 PM: Dinner at the… Diner of Destiny?. I have to admit, I can't remember the name. It was near the motel, that's all that matters. It felt like stepping back in time. Booths, checkered tablecloths, waitresses who called you "honey" and a menu that featured everything fried. I had the chicken fried steak. It was… a lot. I mean, it was probably enough calories to get me through a blizzard. It wasn't good, but it wasn't terrible. It was filling, though.
8:00 PM: The Pool The pool, oh, the pool. The jewel of the Super 8. It was…warm, that's a plus! The lighting was dim. The chlorine was strong. I swam a few laps, feeling slightly like a fish who'd accidentally wandered into a cleaning solution, and retired to my room.
8:30 PM: the Bed Finally, the bed. It was soft and I slept well.
Day 2: The Great Outdoors (And a Deep Dive into… History?)
7:00 AM - 8:00 AM: The Continental Breakfast Debacle. Oh, the continental breakfast. The highlight of the Super 8 experience. I steeled myself for a culinary adventure. The usual suspects: stale pastries, questionable fruit salad, and "instant" oatmeal that tasted suspiciously like wallpaper paste. I grabbed a waffle, poured on the artificial syrup (the good stuff!), and bravely soldiered on. This is where the real heroics started: I didn't get sick. Minor victory!
9:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Fish Lake. The one thing I actually wanted to do. So, Fish Lake. This was actually gorgeous. Stunning. I'm talking, "breathtaking views, sparkling water, quiet forest." The perfect antidote to a questionable hotel breakfast and a relentless barrage of local news. So I wandered around, made some photos. Maybe I'll make a scrapbook of the trip someday.
12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Lunch in the middle of nowhere. What's better than a great lunch spot? One with zero other customers. The owner was an old man, and the food? Exactly what you’d expect: a burger, fries, and a milkshake.
2:00 PM - 4:00 PM: The Sevier County Heritage Museum. (or, "Things About Old Farm Equipment I Never Knew I Needed to Know.") Alright, full disclosure: I’m not a museum person. I’m easily bored. But, well, I was in Richfield and I felt obligated to do something. This museum was… intense. Farm equipment. Old photographs. Display cases filled with… things. There was a whole exhibit on tractors. Tractors! I learned a lot more about the history of agriculture in Sevier County than I ever imagined possible. More than I wanted to. But hey, at least I learned something. Right?
4:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Super 8 Pool. Take 2. More chlorine, more questionable lighting. But also, the satisfaction of being a little salty, literally.
6:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Dinner, Take 2. I wasn't feeling a repeat of the Diner of Destiny, so I drove. I ended up at the same diner. There's a reason I can't remember the name: There weren't a lot of options. But the chicken fried steak? Ah, the comfort of the familiar. Kind of. It was the same experience. The waitress did call me "honey." This time, it wasn't the best.
8:30 PM: Bed. A sense of… unease. This is it. I have a long drive ahead of me tomorrow. I can't say I'm thrilled to leave, but I am certainly at least ready.
Day 3: Departure and the Lingering Taste of Chlorine (and Waffles)
7:00 AM - 8:00 AM: Continental breakfast. Round three. Final, and I'm done with it.
8:00 AM: Check-Out. Free. Finally. I fled. Like a bat outta… well, you get the picture.
9:00 AM: Driving… and Replaying Thoughts
So, Richfield, Utah. Was it a glamorous getaway? Absolutely not. Was it perfect? Far from it. Did it have moments of sheer, unadulterated boredom? Oh, yes. But it also had its moments of beauty, oddity, and genuine human interaction. And you know what? I wouldn't trade it for anything. It was… an experience. And sometimes, that’s all you need.
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Okay, Seriously... What's SO Special About This Richfield Super 8?! (Besides Maybe the Mystery Meatloaf...)
Alright, look, I'm gonna level with you. This isn't the Ritz. It's a Super 8 in Richfield, Utah. Think, "road trip comfort, after a long day of driving, and desperate for a decent pillow." But... there's something... *something*... It's got this weird, comforting charm. Maybe it's the perpetually slightly-too-warm pool (that you're pretty sure has seen better days). Or the ancient vending machines. Or the fact that the breakfast lady, bless her heart, always asks you, "Did you sleep good, hon?" (Even if you didn't). Honestly, sometimes I wonder if she's the soul of the hotel. My gosh, even writing this makes me want to go back!
The Pool. Spill the Tea (or the Chlorine). What's the Vibe?
The pool? Okay, buckle up. First, expect a LOT of chlorine. Like, your hair might turn kinda green. Second, expect the water to be slightly... murky. But, and this is the kicker, it's ALWAYS warm. Like, a warm hug for your weary bones. It's the kind of pool where you're not swimming laps; you're floating. And maybe judging some of the pool art from decades past! There's this weird little waterfall that's supposed to be a rock feature, but it looks kind of like… well, let’s just say, it looks like it would need a lawyer! The whole experience? Magical and terrible, all rolled into one. But, definitely a highlight.
Breakfast: What Horrors (or Hopes) Await?
Breakfast is... an experience. It's a Super 8 breakfast, so don't expect Michelin stars. Expect… processed goodness. There's the waffle maker (which is usually a gamble - sometimes it works, sometimes it spits out inedible hockey pucks). There's the cereal (which, face it, you're probably going to eat anyway). But the *real* star? Sometimes there's a mystery meatloaf. Every one wonders "what is in that thing!" It's a Richfield, Utah, thing. And you won't find it in Portland. I love it though.
The Rooms. Are They Clean Enough? (And Are They Haunted?)
Cleanliness is... relative. It's a Super 8. Let’s be real. They're clean enough. Sheets are clean, right? The bathroom is functionally clean. I usually bring my own Lysol wipes, just in case. And the ghosts thing? I'm not sure. I *sometimes* feel like there's an old man lingering near the vending machines, maybe he's after a coke. My brother saw something, but he claims to be a part-time, and totally unreliable source for the paranormal. The room itself? Functional. You're not going to write your novel there, but you'll sleep.
Tell Me About the Vending Machines! Are They Relics of a Bygone Era?
Oh, the vending machines! They're not just relics; they're time capsules. They probably haven’t been updated since the early 90s. The candy selection is pure nostalgia – you might even find things no longer sold! You know, that gum... The "pop" selection... well, let's just say if you're craving a specific brand of soda, you might be out of luck. But hey, at 3 a.m., when you're desperate for a sugar rush, they're a lifesaver. And don't forget the ice machine: louder than a jet engine, but you need that ice for your soda, right?!
Seriously... What's the *Best* Thing About the Richfield Super 8?
The best thing? Okay, this is gonna sound weird. It's the lack of pretension. It's not trying to be something it's not. It's honest. It's a place where everyone is welcome. It's the kind of place that attracts people who just need a cleanish bed and maybe some semi-warm water with some chlorine in it. The staff are friendly, and they really seem to care. And the sheer, unadulterated *mundanity* of it all, strangely, is what makes it special. It's comfortable in its simplicity. It’s an experience. You can find so many people who have memories of this place. It's a true testament to the human spirit!
Okay, Fine, I'm Convinced. How Do I Book?!
Just Google "Super 8 Richfield Utah" but don't expect a fancy website. You're going to get the basics. Book it. Keep an open mind. And maybe bring your own earplugs. And definitely bring your own meatloaf recipe, just in case you ever have some to contribute! (kidding)... but not really.
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