Overnight in An Oregon School
Back To School
This is how the sleek, one-story school looked when it first opened, in a remote area 8 blocks from the Portland city line. Young children attended the school until the mid 70's.
This is how the building looked when Don and I arrived in August. A quarter century before, the old school sat vacant, with threats of demolition. The neighborhood, that had grown around it, fought to keep the building. The McMenamin brothers, who have rescued many historic Oregon properties, stepped in.
My Memories of Cooper School...
The smell of Kennedy School, conjured up memories of my grade school, built in 1899. I remember walking in those very doors. We had no bas relief decor and there certainly was no gong. But we could see our principal, Mrs. Tone, seated at her desk in the middle of the hall. And I can still smell the janitor's cleaner, with hints of sassafras!
Welcome to the Kennedy School!
Like all McMenamin properties, there's a lot of whimsical welcoming! At Kennedy School, I especially liked the Welcome Man, painted on an archway. I was also very fond of the painted kitty at the lobby desk. Lots of staff also greeted us, when we checked in.
So Many Halls
I loved all the reminders of the old school... long hallways and polished wooden floors. The ramps looked original. I could picture a film projector being rolled from class to class in the 1960's.
There were details that took me back in time, from light fixtures to wooden windows, radiators and porcelain drinking fountains.
Artwork and Photographs
The walls and doors were covered with colorful painted accents and designs. The hallways were filled with framed photos and paintings, that helped share stories about the school and those who attended over the years.
I was intrigued with the Punch & Judy puppet theatre, as well as the images of children dancing the Maypole. Evidently the Kennedy School still celebrates May Day each year, with some form of Maypole celebration.
Headed to Our Room
There are 57 rooms at the hotel, but some are in a new addition. I made sure to book a room in the original school house. Our door was right across from the water fountain.
One door led to 2 doors, since a large classroom had been divided, to create 2 guest rooms. We followed the chalkboard, past the old black phone. We opened our door, covered in cherry blossom branches and looked down another tiny hall, to our very own, welcoming chalkboard!
A Blank Slate!
I had been expecting a chalkboard, but I couldn't relax (or get giddy) until I saw that we really had one! I was excited about this blackboard, (as I think we called them) like some hotel guests are about spa packages or Chocolate & Champagne packages. And yes, there were pieces of chalk and a monster eraser, to hide all my mistakes!
Our room was my style of heaven. The huge window with a view of lush growth, made the room airy and bright. I wonder how many children sat with chin in hand, staring out that window, avoiding work?
Cherry Tree Room?
Some of the guest rooms seemed to be named for students or teachers from the past. I wondered about our room's name and all the cherry related words and images on our wall.
Then I read about the Nakamura Family, who once donated cherry trees to the Kennedy School. Mr. and Mrs. Nakamura moved to the Portland area from Japan in the 1920's. They raised 7 children, who all attended the school. Sadly, the family was forced to move to a Japanese internment camp in Idaho, during WWII. After a few years, they moved back to Portland and connected with friends and families in the area. Their trees still bloom each April.
Soft Bed and Sweet Words
I loved our curious headboard and the soft white spread. The words written above our bed and around the room, were poetic and peaceful.
No TV... Yes Bathroom
We didn't miss having a TV. I'm not sure any of the McMenamin Hotels have them. I should have spent some desk time, writing a little Haiku. But I was pretty caught up with the fun of the chalkboard.
Our private bathroom was big plus, that I didn't take for granted. Our other McMenamin stays have involved common bathrooms, so this was a treat.
I tend to go overboard with a theme. I was so excited with the idea of staying in a hotel that had once been a school, that I packed my own school supplies. I even made Don listen to me read a few pages of Dick Jane and Sally. Which meant, I read about 8 words in the book.
Who Drew This?
I had some drawing fun, but did leave a tiny space on the board for Don's artistic expression. I refused to think about math with my chalk, so it's obvious, which contribution he made.
Entertainment Around the Hotel
While we waited for our daughter and son-in-law to meet us for the evening, we explored some of the other options besides food and drink. The salt water soaking pool looked relaxing. It was where the teacher's lounge used to be.
The hotel's movie theatre was housed in the school's former auditorium. It was dark in there, so instead I snapped a pic in the Theatre Bar, with chalk drawn images that looked like movie posters. Clever, but the movie options had no appeal to me.
Boiler Room Bar!
When Heidi and Jamie arrived, we headed to the 2-level bar that had once been... the boiler room!
There was a pool table and shuffleboard and jukebox, lost in the tangle of pipes and unrecognizable metal stuff!
A Jumble of Curious Junk
I recognized pieces of radiator holding up the banister railing. But I had no idea what the round, 10-ton-looking-metal-thing was, above the table for two. I hope it was well secured.
We 4 settled into a cozy booth and ordered some beer, brewed at the Kennedy School.
What had one been the girl's lavatory, is now the inhouse brewery. It's named for the surrounding, Concordia neighborhood.
Good or Bad?
Before dinner we wanted to sample one more of the hotel's curious pubs. The Honors Bar, with its opera and classical music, was luring me. But the youngins were excited about acting up at Detention. The bearded fella seated at the tiny bar gave us a little greeting, then we squeezed into a corner spot.
I was pretty excited to check out the Study Hall Cocktail Menu, that had a few options for lightweights. I'm not a big whiskey drinker, but I wanted the experience. The "wee old fashioned" for $5.00 was more my size.
By 6, the Courtyard Restaurant was pretty hopping, since it was the only venue open to families. The weather was perfect by that time, so we ended up eating outside, behind a giant Gaudi-style fireplace. Cheese burger, Veggie Burger, Western Salad and Thai Pizza... all decent.
Breakfast was peaceful too. Classical music and coffee was all I really needed, but we split an omelet and it was pretty delicious. It was nice to have sunlight pouring in the windows, so I could study the crazy light fixtures one more time. And how about Happy and Sneezy, above the bar! Or was that Doc and Sleepy? I'll check it out next time.
It wasn't easy saying good-bye to our brand new Portlandians, before we headed back to Texas. But it was fun knowing we have reason to be out in the area again. Maybe we'll stay again and I'll pack some colored chalk. I can attempt to upgrade my art skills!
Yes! The chalkboard may be what I remember most!
One More McMenamins Hotel!
The 4-story building in Portland's West End, looked charming. But Don and I were a little grumpy by the time we drove through a mess of traffic and laid eyes on it.
Don dropped me off and I ran in to ask about parking. The options weren't great, but we lucked out, with a parking meter near the entrance. It only needed to be fed until 7 p.m.
Our drive had taken us through some questionable areas, so I was glad we didn't have to park far away. The area surrounding the hotel seemed lively at 4, so that was good to see.
The Cute Annex
The Annex at the opposite end of the block, was the most intriguing. I'm not sure if the skinny little addition was there in 1911, but in the 1920's it held a tire store. Today the "Ringler's Annex" holds a cozy bar, with seating that spills out to the sidewalk. In chilly months, the sidewalk is heated.
In We Go
The entrance on the "wide end" of the triangle had a vintage look. But the tile work was new, since the property wasn't called Crystal Hotel until its reopening in 2011.
The Magestic Hotel (as it was called then) was in shambles when the McMenamin brothers bought it for 3-million.
As we checked in at a small counter, I peeked into the Zeus Cafe. I had heard that it was named after Nate "Zeus" Zusman, who ran the hotel's "Desert Room" nightclub in the late 1940's.
I doubt the Desert Room was ever so bright or quiet. In the late 40's Zeus ran quite a gambling racket, along with his nightclub. He also worked with the madam across the street (Above Jake's Crawfish) to set up call girls when his gamblers needed a little something extra. Our server at Jake's confirmed that their upstairs had once been a house of prostitution.
Art in the Stairwell
The hotel did have an elevator, but the stairs were a lot faster and much more entertaining.
We hiked up 4 flights, grinning at the dramatic dark blue walls and chandeliers, painted pipes and curious murals. I wish I knew the stories behind the artwork.
Most of the photographs were labeled, giving clues about the history of our hotel. I was most touched by a photo of the Zakoji family. They moved into The Magestic in 1946, after being released from a Japanese internment camp.
The family ran the respectable, residential hotel for 20 years, while Zeus and his Desert Room Nightclub, entertained with booze, gambling and prostitution, below.
The Flyin' Home Room
All 51 rooms in the hotel were named for the performers or songs, that have entertained audiences at the nearby Crystal Ballroom... for over 100 years. I didn't have a clue about "Flyin' Home" when I saw our door.
Our Musical Room
We were pretty delighted with our black velvet drapes, animal print pillows and fringed lamps! The deep blue walls and cartoonish musical notes were a hoot!
I read the words, at the end of the staff. "Lionel Hampton... written with Benny Goodman" I had to look that up.
There was a square painting of Lionel Hampton, playing a vibraphone. I looked up the jazzy piece that our room was named for and I pretty much loved it.
Yay for the Sink!
This was our second McMenamins hotel in a week, so we had the "shared bathroom thing" down. Like before, we had handy robes and there were no lines. But having a sink in our guest room was a treat!
I kind of liked our cozy table corner, too. We had glasses, plus a complimentary mason jar that could be used as a beer "growler" at the hotel's brewery.
Exploring Below Street Level
Before taking off for the evening, I headed down to the hotel's lowest level and found the saltwater soaking pool. The bamboo walls and brick floors made the space more festive than creepy. I greeted a few young men sitting on the benches and promised I wouldn't make them pose. I asked why they weren't in the water. "Too hot!" They laughed.
It was too early for any entertainment in the basement bar, named for the hotel's other notorious character. Al Winter once ran the hotel's Club Mecca. He was dubbed, "The vice overlord of Portland" by the FBI.
Evidently lots of shady deals were made in the basement space, that is now used nightly for acoustic entertainment.
Club Mecca in the 1950's
Here's the "swanky Club Mecca" in the 1950's after Al had moved on, to Vegas. I wish I could have gone back in time and had a martini at Club Mecca!
Music Here... Or There
We weren't able to take full advantage of all the music options at the hotel, but we did have a peek in Al' Den around 9:30. A woman with a beautiful voice was performing on guitar.
Just a short walk down the street, we peeked at the Crystal Ballroom in the early morning. The venue has held everything from folk-dance gatherings, to performances by Tina Turner. Today, hotel guests get special perks when attending concerts. If we'd only had more time...
If Walls and Halls Could Talk
I learned after our stay, that the hotel took on a different focus in the 60's and 70's, In the 1960's the building housed a head shop and by the '70's the area was called the Pink Triangle. The hotel was transformed to a gay bathhouse.
The building itself was incredibly unique and the renovation and decoration was quite amazing. We've stayed at many hotels with colorful pasts, but this one had more than its share!
I feel like we were hardly able to experience the place with our short visit. We didn't make use of the hotel's food, bar, pool or music and that is almost sinful. But our room was comfy and clean and fun. Too bad we couldn't have found a recorded loop of Lionel Hampton's vibraphone. I would have loved drifting off to sleep with that sound!
A McMenamins Hotel Experience!
and transforming historic properties for years. We decided to spend a night at one of their hotels, just outside of Portland. The property had once been a Poor Farm.
"The Multnomah County Poor Farm" of 1911
I remember when Jennifer and I first pulled up to this amazing place, 7 years ago.
We knew the property had once been an institution for those in need, but that was just the beginning of what made the place so curious.
Hard to Imagine
This old photo shows the building over 100 years ago, when the facility opened as a welfare reform effort. The plan was to give refuge for the poor and ill. Those who were able-bodied, worked on the farm.
The institution was called a "poor farm" for decades. During the depression the farm held 600 residents, but the numbers dropped during WWII. The institution then became a nursing home, called Edgefield Manor, until it closed in 1982.
The Administrator's House
When Jennifer and I arrived 7 years ago, there were no rooms left in the main building. We took a guest room in the sweet 2-story house, that had once been the Administrator's home. We felt like young sisters again, sharing a room... with a bathroom down the hall.
Arriving With Don
Don and I arrived on a beautiful July day, for our Edgefield overnight. We were glad there were rooms available in the main building, even if we couldn't get one with a private bath.
Halls and Art
The interior was a little dim and stuffy, like I remembered. But the painted doors and murals lifted the institutional feel.
I remembered many of the colorful doors! Each guest room had a painted image, honoring a former resident of the poor farm/nursing home.
I hoped our room would have a colorful drummer rabbit or a farmer with bunnies, but our door had an image of a horse behind a door. I could barely even see the horse in the painting. I was briefly disappointed.
I didn't appreciate our special room until I read the words about Old Colonel, on the wall. Old Colonel was a horse, not a human resident of the poor farm.
A Loyal Horse
The words on the wall, told the story of the heroic horse, that once worked for the fire bureau, near Portland. When he retired from fighting fires, he did light duty at the farm, where he was reunited with one of his old colleagues. He and the fireman recognized each other, having worked together for 11 years. Sweet...
Our cozy room was missing a few things, like air-conditioning. But, I loved having an open window and a fan! I didn't miss the TV or phone. I was even okay with hiking down the hall for a bathroom. But the absence of a sink, took some getting used to.
After unloading our bags in the room, Don and I took off to explore the halls. I loved the little jack-in-the-box. It was painted, where wall meets the ceiling.
I also loved the tiny wall nook, that confused the eye. The woman, window and phone were painted, but the shelf and pamphlets were real.
A guest now and then might find some of the artwork creepy or even disgraceful. But most visitors are totally delighted to see how different artists, have playfully incorporated the images of former residents, into the art. There were stories and write ups behind many of the colorful murals. We needed a week to absorb it all.
Winery, Brewery and Distillery
After wandering the halls, we headed out to the grounds. 100 years ago, there were 330 acres of farmland, where residents worked to provide food for the institution. Today, there are fewer acres, but there are fruit trees and vegetables and herb gardens. The vineyards and brewery and distillery provide good beverages, but jobs as well.
Finding a Bite to Eat
There were so many choices for food and drink, inside the main building. But for lunch, Don and I wandered outside to the Power Station, that once provided coal-fueled steam heat and electricity to the property. We had a light lunch on the garden patio.
Black Rabbit Restaurant
The Black Rabbit is the hotel's main restaurant. I remember eating breakfast in a cozy booth with Jennifer. The pretty restaurant was closing, when Don and I were ready for dinner at 10:00, but we got a booth back at the Power Station. Eating late isn't the healthiest, but it turned out to be cheaper. They had a late night Happy Hour Menu!
One of my favorite parts of staying both times, was enjoying the many porches. Don and I actually made use of about 3 different ones. Most of the time, we had them to ourselves.
You'd have to have more than a night, or be a total drunken fool, to enjoy all the pubs and taverns. Just finding them was fun enough. Some were hidden inside the building and some were hidden underneath growth!
You also have to have time, if you want to to fit in a 2-hour movie. Jennifer and I had fun taking photos from the balcony in the movie house. Don and I also peeked inside when it wasn't movie time. That was actually good though. In the dark we would have missed seeing the gremlins near the ceiling.
Quick Soak at Ruby's
I got to enjoy the salt water pool on both visits. Don and I had to rush after dinner, to get there before closing. We changed and hurried in our cotton bathrobes to "Ruby's Spa" and hit the water by 10:45.
At 11, a voice in the pitch dark announced closing time. (luckily there was no whistle) The lack of light actually made the exit of pool guests pretty comical. We offered some cell phone light to one couple who had lost their flip flops. Before long, the guests were all headed down the garden path, towards the hotel... looking like a parade of ghosts in our white robes.
Ghosts in the Hall
Many of the robed guests continued to wander in the halls, studying the murals. It felt totally different than hours before, when day guests were visiting. It was quiet and cozy and dim. Then the robe-wearing ghosts in the hall, suddenly looked more like patients in a mental ward. That amused me.
My stay at Edgefield was every bit as fun, the second time as the first. I felt like I was floating around in a dream, with all the whimsical art and dim lighting. I love knowing that I didn't see it all. There are so many hidden surprises that I will just have to find next time!
Sold on the Sign
Why Write About This?
I feel like our little motel needs some recognition. I admired a nice mural of the Taj Mahal as the owner checked us in. He was very pleasant and I believe he lived upstairs. There was nothing Norman Bates about that. It was nice knowing the actual owners were in charge.
The nice owner upgraded us to a King room. $80.00 is a great price for a town with expensive hotels.
The red chairs were comfy. The red microwave and red mugs were handy. All was clean and updated. Best of all the bed was quite luxurious and we got TCM, which is my favorite channel. I love old movies. Psycho was not playing.
This must by why Bend hotels are expensive. Bend is very pretty. We had the best evening.
We weren't drawn to the hotel's architecture or history. The building is fairly new and sort of thrown together with a turret here and a balcony there.
Mostly Don and I just couldn't pass up the Themed Room Experience. We were determined to stay in one of the hotel's 40, kooky looking rooms. You never know when an exciting hotel will suddenly go out of business. Then you have to kick yourself, for letting it get away. We've experienced that before.
Last July, we arrived on a Monday, to take advantage of a promotional deal. Don and I climbed the porch stairs and walked into the lobby.
For a hotel that boasts about fantasy filled rooms, there was absolutely no character to the lobby. The 2 ladies in their uniform vests, also seemed lacking in character. We were given a key to The Treasure Island Room and headed up more stairs, with our suitcases. Odd to have no elevator, in a fairly young hotel.
The Treasure Island Room
I felt like we were in an apartment building as we walked down the musty smelling hallway. Then I noticed the fake jewels and the titles on each door. "Sleeping Beauty's Castle" and "Jungle Safari" I was giddy with anticipation.
We opened the door to our own special room and found it already prepped, with spotlights and romantic music and an ice bucket with chilled apple cider! It was just as silly as I had hoped it would be!
Bathroom on the Lower Deck
Before climbing the wooden steps to see the wonders of our ship-themed room, we searched the bathroom for hidden treasures. A good sized dressing area held the vanity and robes. One door led to the toilet and the other to a closet with a fridge... Ah-ha! Two pieces of cheesecake and two plastic forks!
Next we headed up the steps and did exactly what The Anniversary Inn hopes their guests will do. We wandered the space smiling and procaliming, "Wow! Look at that. Wow!"
But we were also laughing. A lot. It was so incredibly corny and kitschy and hilarious and I loved every bit.
The Upper Deck
The whole guest room was actually huge. As we moved past the red shipwheel, we gazed upward at the loft! The painted walls made it look like our bed was neatly placed in the bow of the ship... or was that the poop deck? And what about that funny little sail on the mast? It was hiding our 40" TV. So clever.
Up, in the Seagull-filled Sky!
The painted clouds and gulls were illuminated by two bedside lanterns. There was also a blinding spotlight, coming from one of the masts. The rotating ceiling fan, created a strobe effect that made me a little seasick. It took a while to figure out how to turn the spotlight off. However, the king-sized bed with nautical comforter, turned out to be very comfortable.
Standing at the railing, I took in the exciting view below. The adventurous side of me did a lot of pondering. A rope here... a horizontal pole there...? What a great photo, if I could get myself into that little crow's-nest-tower-thing!
Romance With Every Glance
It was hard to determine what was the most entertaining part of the room. The table, filled with sand and shells was the perfect place to enjoy sparkling cider and cheese cake.
But the shower with nearby towel swans, had me totally giggling. First, you had to sort of walk the plank to get to the little island that held the flesh-colored, jetted-tub. "Is there a shower?" I cupped my hand like a pirate's spyglass and focussed upward. Sure enough, there was a shower head coming from a coconut, near a dangling seagull.
Don and I both fumbled with the faucet, but couldn't get any water to come on. I made the hike down to the desk to inquire and after two different people visited the room, we had a working faucet. That was good. There was no way I was paying for a night in the Treasure Island Room and NOT using the coconut shower.
The website mentioned that our room had a balcony. "If you be feeling homesick for land, step out...see the Boise scenery!" Evidently recent guests must have felt homesick for their cigarettes, because the standing ashtray was quite full.
So I made use of the balcony chairs instead. I brought them inside and up on the deck of the old "Hispanola". You never know when some other pirates might visit.
Sharing Some Grog
On our way out to dinner, I asked our vested woman at the desk, if someone could clean our ashtray. We returned later that night and clearly no one had plundered our cigarette butts... or removed them. (I don't speak Pirate well) That made me so irritated, I had to get my mind on other things. I made Don pose for photos with me.
If we had owned a copy of Treasure Island, I would have brought it along and made Don listen to a chapter. That's pretty much not what they expect their romantic couples to do at the Anniversary Inn.
But I did bring a copy of Mutiny on the Bounty, starring a very handsome Clark Gable. That turned out to be a lot more fun than I thought. I wish my photo could have captured the film's scenery and how it actually blended with the sails and ropes, surrounding the TV. That was actually very fun.
Don and I survived our night at sea. I did have to make the treacherous hike from the loft, down all the stairs to the restroom in the middle of the night. If only I'd had a torch.
I got up with the sun the next day and headed down the hall in my running gear. I don't think that's typical hotel guest behavior at Anniversary Inn. But it was actually a pretty nice way to make use of the inn's location.
I headed up the hill towards an area known as Depot Bench. It was such a beautiful morning, despite the haze of recent fires. I ran and paused and ran and paused. What a lovely city. I was kind of surprised that the Anniversary Inn looked sort of appealing from above.
Back for Breakfast
When I returned the halls were lined with holders for breakfast trays. I raced to get my shower and it was pretty comical trying to get my hair shampooed. By the time the water left the coconut, fell 20 feet and reached my sudsy head, it more of a mist. I stuck my head under the faucet.
Flowers & Feast
Don and I needed a little food reward after all the trickiness of showering. We spread the feast out, over the sand-filled plexiglass shell. Red and blue silk roses, a carafe of coffee, croissant with egg, frittata, toast and yogurt with fruit. It was actually pretty tasty and I was glad to just relax in our room and not share a breakfast room with other romantic guests.
But, when Don and I need a romantic getaway, we will go elsewhere. The over all feel of the hotel was odd. The staff seemed weary and the halls and stairs felt like they were intentionally blah, to make the room more exciting. I'm so glad we had fun and I'd actually be open to experiencing a room at the Salt Lake City location, in an historic building. But it may be a while before I get my sea legs, for another try.
Don and I spent a night at this hidden gem last July. "Hidden gem" is a corny and overused term, but it sure fits. The inn looked like it was right out of a storybook, when we happened upon it 5 years ago, while exploring backroads in Utah.
Fall of 2013
It was a chilly November day when we found ourselves drawn to the town of Midway. The village, founded by Swiss immigrants, was filled with Alpine inspired homes and buildings. Suddenly we spotted the Blue Boar and headed inside for some info. We were so impressed, we ended up staying for an amazing lunch. "We'll be back!" We promised.
Our Return in 2018
I grinned as we pulled up to see the house, surrounded in summer trees and flowers. And of course I was happy to see the boar statue. His nose wasn't quite as shiny, as the well loved original in Florence, but he was mighty cute.
Stone & Wrought Iron
As we headed towards the entrance I was eager to see if the curious place was as cozy and welcoming as I remembered. The stone and wrought iron hadn't changed. The painted stucco around the clock, looked the same.
Doors and Windows
The designs on the window shutters and window box, still looked charming. The stairs leading up to the rounded door, looked different. No fall pumpkins this time.
Our check-in was extremely relaxed. The young woman was chatty and polite. Then we lucked out, when Executive Chef, Eric May stopped by the desk.
We knew from before, that he was an award winning chef, who in recent years has taken over management of the inn. We were able to tell him that our surprise feast 5 years ago, was the reason we were back.
Across from the front door, I stared into the dining room, with its vaulted ceiling and sage green walls. There was the fireplace I remembered, with the apple-biting, boar's head and the mantel, displaying the chef's numerous medals.
I made use of the empty room and stepped inside to take a photo of the balcony above. I wish I knew more about the owners who purchased the place in 1999 and transformed it into a European-style inn.
From above, I studied the decor and suddenly decided, the inn felt more like a European hunting lodge. The upper walls held quite a collection of antique crossbows... not to mention an enormous Alpine horn.
Up We Go
There was a sunlit sitting area, above the dining room with a cozy couch and table set. Then we headed down the hallway. I wish I'd gotten a photo of the winding hall, with artwork and fresh flowers. But the space was so dark, it was hard to capture.
Again it was sad that my eyes couldn't focus on some of the painted details in the dark hall. But the flowers were lit and my camera flash illuminated the door. Note the Do Not Disturb sign. This was the first time we were to have a needlepoint sign, for the door!
Each of the 12 guest rooms was named for a famous author or poet. I would have chosen The Lewis Carrol Room, had we not been on a budget. That room was $120. more per night than ours, for $175.
"No Gloom in this Room"
Emily Dickinson didn't always rhyme in her poetry, but I did when I spotted our sweet space, with the Austrian folk art, canopy bed!
A Place to Write
I loved having a leather, writing desk in case I was inspired! All the rooms had unique decor to fit the various writer celebs. Every room also had a fireplace and a welcome plate with fruits and cheese.
There was also a nook that held the silver tray with glass ice bucket, as well as a selection of Emily's poetry books... along with a book titled, "Mormon Country". That was different. Our inn was evidently in Mormon and Swiss country!
Bathroom photos seem so unnecessary, but I wanted to remember this one.
I loved everything about it from the fancy make up mirror, to the little junk-holder-table beside the sink, to the spa tub with the classy holder for bath products. The framed etching and floral art was nice, too. But the best surprise was when I realized there was a hidden dimmer switch. When my aged eyes needed help in the morning, I could suddenly see!
The comfy room was inspiring. Fresh flowers and nibbles on the writing desk! A notepad beside the bed! I should have written some poetry, but I haven't really written any since second grade, when I stapled 50 pieces of notebook paper together and wrote a title on the first page. 100 Poems by Beth Meyer. Maybe I got burned out.
Bring Your Own Poetry
I do love a theme! After I first booked the room, I hunted through the house for some of Ms. Dickinson's poetry. I made sure to pack a book or two, because sometimes you need to enhance your stay, with the use of props. Don didn't look too thrilled when I sat beside the bay window and announced, "It's poetry time!' But, he was a good sport and listened to a couple.
Boar on the Bed
The Blue Boar Inn obviously loves a theme, too. We had a stuffed boar on our bed. Our boar looked quite comfy nestled in the pillows, wearing a big bow.
We were a little jolted when we returned to our room after being gone a while and heard classical music playing. Our turndown service had evidently occurred, before 6.
Our decorative pillows were neatly tucked away, but our boar was still waiting... beside a fresh rose, two chocolate-filled envelopes and a complimentary booklet of poetry. I prefer to believe we'd been visited by magical B&B fairies... rather than a staff member, tiptoeing around all our junk.
Don and I were ready for a little Happy Hour celebration by 6, since we'd traveled from Colorado that day. We peeked into the Truffle Hollow Pub, in the back of the inn. The 16th century bar, French bistro tables, stone fireplace and arched windows seemed to invite us in for a sip of ale. But there was no service at that time. We moved on.
Hinterhof - "Patio Behind"
The large patio in the rear was pretty. The summer temperatures were lowering and the tables had a fun view of trees, mountains and the inn. But there were no people, so we assumed the area was for parties or events. We moved on.
Drinks with a View
So, we made our own iced beverages, grabbed our yummy food plate from the writing table and found a second story terrace with a view of the Wasatch Mountains!
We sipped and toasted and enjoyed the evening, hoping we weren't breaking any Mormon/Swiss Country rules. I was happy to see my friend across the road. I had visited with the sweet horse earlier.
It was still plenty bright at 7:30, but the ambiance was still perfect. We were seated beside a Kachelofen tile stove, imported from Austria.
The table was lovely. White linen covered a floral cloth. The fresh flowers and a salt bowl with tiny spoon pleased me, as much as the painted tile, beside us.
We looked over our wooden menus, while classical music played at the perfect volume. Then Jesica, our attentive server brought a "food gift" from the chef and placed it on the pewter charger. Short rib with lingonberry sauce, I believe. It was mouth watering, along with our sparkling wine and a yummy bread assortment.
I got up early to take advantage of the cool temps and scenery for a run. After I returned and showered, Don and I headed down for our breakfast, which was included. Many guests we already dining on the porch. What a setting!
We chose a window seat inside, where Frank Sinatra and John Mayer serenaded us
We were handed menus and suddenly realized this was not going to be the typical B&B breakfast. We could have feasted on salmon or steak, but chose omelets and French toast. Our yummy, piping hot meals were served on some pretty sweet bird china. We could have used a nap after that, but we were on the road by 9:30.
The staff was professional and pleasant. The food was top notch. The location was lovely. And all the surprises, from fresh flowers to wooden menus to a boar on the bed, kept me delighted!
When Don and I last stayed in Durango, we were just down the street at the iconic Strater Hotel. But we had our eye on this hotel, for the next time.
Who Was General Palmer?
The Victorian hotel on Main avenue, was once called The Palace Hotel. It was later named for the Civil War general, who established the hotel in 1898. The corner hotel didn't look too palatial on the front, but it was interesting to realize, the hotel wasn't just named for a general, but built by one.
Walking from the parking lot, we had a good view of the hotel's many terraces. It's not often that I feel more welcomed by the back of a hotel. It's also not often that we are offered free parking, with a downtown hotel. Yea for that!
I was actually very intrigued by all the terrace space, for this 39 room hotel. I didn't have any luck coming up with old hotel photos to find out how much of this was original.
The rear entrance was attractive with lots of wood and stained glass... and lots of steps. Why do we always lug so much stuff?
I was hoping there would be some elderly guy checking us in, who just happened to be a history buff. The young staff didn't have many answers for my questions, but they were cheery.
Lots of Coffee
Between the door and front desk, I took notice of a grand piece of furniture that held many options for coffee and tea, as well as a tray of fresh cookies. That set up came in handy later!
It began to rain after we checked in, so I was eager to check out the cozy lounging areas. There wasn't much of a "lobby" feel, but there were numerous sitting spots.
I like the idea of Victorian history, but Victorian furniture isn't actually the most comfortable.
Keeping an Eye Out Front
This little area facing Main Avenue had good windows for watching the rain. But it was dim and the low couches made me feel weary.
Along the back of the hotel was a long parlor with windows. This actually looked more comfortable, but a grumpy-looking couple had kind of taken over the comfiest chairs. They glanced up with a "Don't you dare." expression. I waited till much later for this photo!
A Wet Terrace
I took a quick peek at the largest terrace. At this point the rain was really blowing, so we headed for our room.
I was actually very excited about riding in the oldest operating elevator in the state.
Yea for Stairs!
"Hmm." I thought. "Do you think you might want to give your guests some elevator tips, sometime?"
Our room wasn't large, but it had all we needed. I was sad that our only window was blocked by the bed, but I was able to crawl up and peek at the view.
Chocolates and a View
When I lifted the fringed shade I could see a nice mural of Durango, on the building across the street. Behind, I could see The Strater Hotel, where we'd stayed before.
There were a couple of treats from the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory, resting on the bed. On the vanity, I found a small bar of blood orange soap, made for the hotel. Very flavorful surprises.
TV, Desk and a Funny Red Chair
I'm pretty sure that red chair was not Victorian...but neither was the TV. The modern chair sort of amused me, though. It was a lot more comfortable than the desk chair.
Vanity, Mirror and Tub
I appreciate it when historic hotels renovate without modernizing. I prefer the look of a pedestal sink and chain pull toilet. But secretly I was okay with the vanity and giant mirror and the working tub. Sometimes I'm okay with cheating, especially if I'm a little tired.
So while the rain did its thing outside, we enjoyed a coffee and cookie break. We even had a china, cup & saucer option. Nice.
Our hotel didn't have a bar or restaurant, but it was within walking distance to The Strater's options as well as numerous others. We had a drink at the Strater's saloon, then wandered back towards our hotel
The street was blocked off in front of our hotel and a pie auction was in full swing! We heard one pie go for over $700.00! The charity event continued, while we headed back to our hotel.
Relaxing on the Porch
Since the rain had dried up, we decided to make use of the hotel's porches.
We grabbed food and wine from the car and glasses from our room. We were the only guests who seemed inclined to sit outdoors. Cheers to Durango! Cheers to porches!
Old Santa Fe, New Mexico
Our cozy B & B was perfectly nestled in a quiet neighborhood, surrounded by evergreens. The porches and gardens made me want to spend a week, but we only had a night.
From the Back
The sweet adobe complex, was once a farm house and stables, built during the Spanish Colonial rule, over 200 years ago.
Facing the street, we found a walled in garden and porch. The July weather was heavenly and we walked right into the office, through an open door. No bugs and no heat! We're not used to open windows and doors in Texas.
Our host, Amanda was delightfully chatty, with tons of tips about experiencing Santa Fe. It was fun hearing her impressions of moving to Santa Fe as a young teen.
She gave us a great tour, starting with the sitting room in the main house. She laughed about how very different the space looked in the 1980's, when the property was sold. It had many things over the years, but before its new owners, it had been a commune.
Curves and Angles
We headed down the hallway, through the arched opening. Amanda pointed to the doorway to show us how thick the walls were.
New and Old
There was a nice mix of old and new. The fresh paint, light fixtures and framed photography brightened the narrow hallway. The old rugs and worn wood floors felt cozy. Amanda showed us the rings to the trapdoors in the floor.
The Carriage House
We walked out to the garden and Amanda pointed to the building on the right. It had been the carriage house, two centuries ago.
Peaceful and Shady
The garden was quiet, except for a trickling fountain. I tried to imagine the grounds as a farm, long ago. Could that tall tree have been there? The main house would have only been one story, then. What else would have been different?
Our room was near the back. I was disappointed that our door was so new, but the artwork above, was fun. When we opened the door I was perfectly delighted.
Bright and Whimsical
I think we got the most playful room at the inn. The colorful yellow walls were filled with curves and nooks and crannies.
Dolls and a Madonna
I almost squealed at the kiva fireplace, decorated with colorful Mexican dolls. There was even an alcove for a Madonna statue. Amanda seemed excited that I was enthused. "I love you!" She sort of laughed. "Some people call this the creepy doll room. Not everyone appreciates it." I assured her that I did...even if those dolls did keep their eyes, eerily open all night long!
On the other side of the bed, there was another window, to let in more light. There were also two skylights. The corner held the room's sink, with lovely blue tile and large mirror.
Some guests might feel like they were staying the night in a convent, with all the Madonnas, but we were in Santa Fe afterall. You don't come to Old Santa Fe, if you don't like the beauty of old churches and religious statues.
When Amanda left, we continued to delight over every light fixture and decorative accent. I'm a foot shorter than Don, so it took me a while to realize we were actually staying in a pretty small space. I was so distracted by the colors and designs.
Walls and Windows
Our tiny bathroom felt less claustrophobic, thanks to the high ceiling and skylight. However, showering was comical. I was reminded of a cruise ship memory.
I'm pretty sure we had booked one of the cheapest and smallest rooms, so we weren't complaining. I was more than happy to put up with a small space, because of all the other perks. The painted windows near the kiva sitting area, were my favorite!
Cookies and Hot Drinks!
Our Windows at Night
When we returned late after dinner and found colored lights in the garden, I sighed. I ran back outside after turning on our lights, to see our painted windows, glowing!
Morning in Santa Fe
One of the biggest treats about our inn, was the location. Early the next morning I headed out on a little run, with my cell phone. How beautiful Old Santa Fe looked in the quiet, early morning.
A Bright Breakfast
Then into the colorful breakfast room, with bright table cloths and yet another painted kiva fireplace.
Breakfast is Served
We grabbed our own coffee and relaxed into the peaceful setting. Unlike some B & B breakfasts, we had our own table and I wasn't really in the mood for chattiness anyway. But when I looked around, there were some interesting looking travelers. I was curious about the other guests... and I don't always feel that way.
Food and Decor
We enjoyed the perfect breakfast of egg and English muffin sandwich, with western potatoes and fruit. Just the right amount. We talked a bit... and I stared a bit. So many little treasures to amuse me!
More Than a Steakhouse
It was the Big Texan Steak Ranch (and it's very fine sign) that lured us.
The "Steak Ranch"
Of course the big yellow building is usually surrounded by cars. But when you're a motel guest, you can lay eyes on this peaceful image... if you rise at dawn.
"Charm of the Old West"
Don and I grinned when we spotted the motel a year ago. "We'll just have to stay here someday." Last June we had a chance to book a night, when we planned our drive to Oregon.
We weren't fooled by the Disney-bright facade, or the website's words about old west charm. For less than $80. we geared ourselves up for a motel-kind-of-overnight.
Evidently the limos do quite a bit of airport shuttling. Big Texan attracts a lot of visitors from other countries. Tour groups of Australians arrive on Wednesdays and a
few guests were speaking German, when we checked in.
Our room was just steps from the office. And of course parking was right in front of the door. Gotta love that about motels!
If guests forget their room numbers like I often do, they can help spot their room by the surrounding door decor! I would have preferred the pink teardrop motif!
Plywood Walls and Saloon Doors!
Our room definitely had the musty smell, that most older motels have. But I was willing to ignore that, to enjoy the fine features of our room.
I had to chuckle at the walls. We've had motels with knotty pine, but this plywood-look was unique. The saloon doors were a hoot. They actually led to a good-sized dressing area and a nicely updated bathroom. The clunky swingers would have driven me crazy if we'd stayed longer. But they were pretty fun and inspired me to dress the part for dinner.
Texas Beds and Horse Lamp
The lone star headboards looked pretty Texan. The spreads and shams had a lot going on, with faux suede and pillow tassels.
Mural and TV
The flatscreen-tv-world never works with themed decor. This TV looked pretty silly, next to the windmill and cattle drive. If only we'd had a chance to search for an old western movie channel, we might have made the TV fit the scene!
Room With a View
We did have a nice little western table set, beneath the window. And our view of the Big Moo Statue, was framed by our plywood shutters. We've never had a motel view like that.
We knew there was a Texas shaped pool and we expected it to be full of families. Don made drinks and we were determined to enjoy our first TX-Pool, no matter the crowds. But we had it to ourselves.
Towards the rear of the complex was a whole different style of motel building. The bell and balcony and pink stucco, looked like an old building in Mexico. The murals were pretty festive, as well.
Taking in the Scene
As we lounged, we took in the oddity of it all. The parking lot began to fill and then I grew giddy, with the arrival of some important guests! I eyed the truck and trailer, parked in front of the office!
In the Way Back
Before hitting the pool, I had already checked the stables, back behind the pink building. I was disappointed to find the stalls empty. However, I did see plenty of semitrailers and buses in the massive lot, nearby.
As soon as I saw the truck and trailer pull away from the office, I grabbed my camera and waited near the horse hotel, for the show.
Girls and Horses
A mom and 2 teens had been traveling 24 hours from Big Sky, Montana. They were exhausted but worked efficiently, moving the horses out and into their stalls. The fact that the one of the horses had won third place in a 3-day horse show, kept their spirits up. They were a tired, but happy bunch.
Over at the Steak Ranch
Our Big Texan dining experience in 2017 was just a quick lunch on the road. Don and I were determined to make use of our motel stay and take in all that was offered at the Ranch House, next door. We headed over, giving Big Moo a big wave.
Beer and Tunes
Don and I skipped the arcade and gift shop and headed for leather bar stools. We hardly fit the bar scene in our shorts, but the cowboy hat crowd accepted us, just fine. The strolling musicians were fun. We requested a Hank Williams song. We didn't sing along, but smiled, applauded and tipped.
At the bar we chatted with a couple who had been RV-ing for 2 years. Frank, who sported a foot long beard, shared stories of fighting fires at Mount St. Helen's... which was interesting to think about, when we visited the famous volcano a week later.
More New Friends
Before thinking about dinner, we gave ourselves a little time to explore the enclosed patio area. I did my proper posing in a giant rocker and Don checked out the red stage coach. Then we figured we'd put on our western clothes and head to dinner.
The Dining Room
There was no western dress code requirement, but Don and I are firm believers that costumes and props raise all dining and hotel adventures. We dressed (a bit) for dinner.
Beer & Bolo
The 72-Ounce Steak Challenge
I claimed that Don and I were eager for the whole Big Texan experience... but actually we weren't. We aren't huge eaters, so eating a 72-ounce steak, plus potato, sides, bread and drink in an hour, was not a challenge were excited about.
We did get to watch a dapper young guy in a cowboy hat complete the task in 36 minutes. He stood on the raised platform while a bell rang and the dining room applauded. Another guy in a ball cap remained at the table, while the glowing timer counted seconds, beside him. He gave up with 5 minutes to go.
Good Night Big Tex
It was a treat to stroll back to our funny little room. It was actually a pretty quiet night, despite being close to the freeway.
An Added Adventure
We totally took advantage of our motel location, to get up before sunrise and drive 10 minutes to enjoy a crazy "Cadillac Ranch" photo op! This crazy thing is worth Googling or visiting. And in July, a sunrise visit is your best bet if you don't want to inhale the fumes from spray paint artists.
My New Year's Resolution for 2014 was to start documenting some of the memorable overnights I've had in some very odd and curious motels and hotels. Like the adventures in my Dining Blog, I have learned to enjoy the surprises that happen when you step out of the comfort zone, far away from the well-known chains.
I began with a few entries recalling my very first home away from home memories from my youth. Then, I started sharing about some of the quirky and unforgettable motels, hotels and inns that my husband and I have discovered in recent years.
The best part about this challenge was making some lists with Don and getting on the road in search of new overnight adventures. I gave myself a 2-year goal to write up 90 stories and the goal was met. Now we just keep on adding!