There is only one hotel/motel in Helper, and it is a delight if you like trains that go nose to nose with the buildings. We opened the door into a kitchen with the bedroom beyond.
A train welcomed us with thundering peep peeps. We were in for a rock-&-roll night.
We walked into Helper to get milk for our cawfee and snapped a few pics. Met a man whose wife was from Ipswich in the UK. He loved our accents.
Train noises just blended into my dreams. They were the type that thundered through the walls leaving just the bed intact.