Seven Mountains Motel

My wife and I visit Rockport frequently and have tried most of the local hotels/​motels during our visits there. Recently we tried this one for the first time. Our impression was that this motel serves as a housing safety-​net of sorts for locals who have been evicted or kicked out of their homes by spouses. There are long-​term tenants there who pay ~$ 200/​week, many of who don’t appear to own cars. If you decide to stay here you will likely see sketchy-​looking people coming and going at night and/​or gathering outside your window smoking cigarettes. The walls are paper thin so you will also hear everything going on in the room next to you. I should have known that’s what you can expect for $ 65/​night, but had hoped it would be different in Rockport-​now I know.

If you do not mind having a bunch of complete morons as your innkeepers. If you do not mind sleeping in a toolshed remodeled to resemble a bedroom and only a flimsy chain for a lock. Then by all means unpack your mouse traps and stay here.
Otherwise do not waste your time or money. This place is the worst dive I have ever seen actually renting rooms and the proprietors are a bunch of idiots in my honest opinion.

After making approximately 40 plus phone calls, 2 weeks before the start of Lobsterfest, we found a free room due to a cancellation. Success!
We were only looking for a one-​night stay, August 7^th, so our options were limited. Side note: During the Lobsterfest, of the motels, hotels, B&B’s and inns we called, many asked for a 2-​night minimum. Not knowing what to expect from 7 Mts Motel, with their website giving us little to go on, we booked immediately thinking, «it’s only for one night, anyhow.»
Upon our late evening arrival, Norman was up to check us in. Although he checked us into the wrong room (Room 14) by accident, he rectified the problem immediately, once we noticed Room 14 was indeed being occupied by a gentleman named Mel. I suppose since Melody H. booked our room, we realized such a mistake could happen to anyone. We were promptly checked in into Room 11.
I haven’t stayed in a motel since my Dad went through his bird-​watching phase when I was 10. But entering the pale moss-​green door of Room 11 brought back many nostalgic memories of my own family road trips. That first whiff of the somewhat musty/​moldy room, was totally the trigger. Then came the paneled wood walls, low and dim lighting, wall art of fields and landscapes, and let’s not forget the bed sheets. Ours were shiny. Not your traditional plaid or mustard yellow, but this floral metallic pattern. It was kitschy and amusing, yet familiar and welcoming.
This, I realized, was turning out to be one of the best adult road trip of my life. The motel was everything you’d expect from a small, quaint, cutesy town. The room itself was clean as was the bathroom. No flip-​flops were needed for the shower, phew. We brought them, just in case. Rather, I borrowed a pair from Mel, just to be safe. Cleanliness is key, and that’s all that really mattered. We popped a bottle of Rioja, put on our jammies, and talked the night away. Going through a short stint of insomnia the week before, sleeping peacefully that night seemed like a treat.
Bright and early the next morning, we made a quick stop to the motel office to pick up breakfast before taking off. Norman and Joyce (the cutest couple ever with an equally cute caricature postcard they hand out), greeted us and we helped ourselves to homemade blueberry muffins, banana bread, and coffee cake. We took an assortment back to our room with cups of coffee, tea, and hot chocolate. The muffins and coffee cake were my favourite — moist, fresh, and delightfully scrumptious.
In total, our one night stay cost the 4 of us $ 107 ($ 26.75 per person). A good night’s rest, clean room, and complimentary breakfast was precisely what we were looking for.
P. S. They also have an outdoor heated pool, but we preferred swimming in the cool waters of the Atlantic. Life is so hard, when in Maine.