On the Road Don and I spotted Hotel Ekland on our drive to Colorado, 4 years ago. This time, we spent the night at the old hotel, which by the way, was actually built before 1905. The Older the Better I like the oldies! This sturdy, stone hotel (at least the first 2 floors) was built in 1892. I think they should flaunt that. Originally, shops were on the first floor and rental rooms on the top. Carl Eklund bought the building, some years later and added a saloon. The saloon brought in enough money to add that third floor. Stone Meets Brick I always like figuring out the puzzle pieces of old buildings and their additions. On the side of the hotel, there was a pleasant little sitting area with tables and flowers. We could see where a brick addition had joined the old stonework. The Lobby The lobby had a living room feel, with a small sitting area and some unusual rockers. Nuns and Popes for Sale Near the entrance, there was a small gift shop where we could buy postcards or jewelry. But for a more unusual travel souvenir, we could have bought a gourd painted like a nun or monk or pope! The "innkeeper" was busily working on her gourd crafts when she wasn't attending to desk. Framed Hotel History While Don distracted our gourd artist to get us checked in, I found some historical goodies. Hotel wallpaper, circa 1893 (with an arrow on the bullet hole) and a rosary, found imbedded in the plaster wall of room #2, when they did renovations. Up We Go There was an elevator, but the stairs were handy to our second floor room. 206, The Dorsey There were 3 rooms on the second floor, that shared the hotel's balcony. Our room #206 was the middle one. It was named Dorsey, not for Tommy of Big Band days, but Stephen Dorsey. Mr. Dorsey started up this town of Clayton, and gave the town his son's name. Western Decor Originally there were 42 guest rooms and some community bathrooms. After renovations were completed in 2004, there were 26 rooms with private baths. I was happy to not share a bath down the hall. Ours was spotless and the towels were fluffy. The western style furniture was newish, but not exactly hotel quality. I don't think it would have stood up to those rough cattlemen who stayed here 100 years ago. Outside Time There was a steady wind, gusting through town all evening, but we were determined to make use of the balcony. Don and I spent a little time hanging out on the breezy terrace, keeping an eye on Main Street. The Luna If it had been a weekend, we could have strolled across to the old movie house. There were no shows on Tuesday night, so we took a walk down Main Street. Train Tracks We walked down past the Feed & Supply warehouse. We didn't see any trains, but we heard them in the night. You have to get used to train sounds if you want to stay in old hotels. The Saloon We had to wait for the big set of metal gates to be unlocked, before we passed through the swinging saloon doors. Funny, they had similar locked gates keeping us out of the dining room as well. Maybe that's because Clayton has had to deal with some notorious characters in the past. We learned about Blackjack Ketchum when we had a drink in the saloon. There were some rather eerie pictures of him being hung. The Old Oak Bar The beautiful bar, that Mr. Eklund won in a poker game, was mighty impressive. You could picture some dusty characters lined up along the stand-up bar. The lack of stools meant you could get a good look at the arches and pillars in the design. The lack of a bartender, made it hard to get a drink. Quiet at First We amused ourselves with the buffalo head and some old photographs until a young woman wandered out to serve us a drink. The dining room was closed, so we ended up eating dinner in the bar, which eventually filled with a crowd of mostly locals. The meatloaf, salad and soup was actually quite tasty. Morning Don and I waited for the gates to open in the formal dining room for the complimentary breakfast. The woman putting out the food seemed to have a system that we didn't want to disturb. We watched her bring out numerous trays with dishes covered in plastic wrap. We were a bit perplexed by the cold quiche and oatmeal, but then realized a nearby microwave was there for our convenience. A Little Scared Don found us a table by the fireplace, under the watchful eye of Mrs. Eklund... I think. We were careful to avoid the lower part of the dining room that had been purposefully blocked by a chair. Our food server told us that some guests just want to sit there because it's pretty. I wanted to ask her, "And why exactly aren't guests allowed to sit there?" But she sort of scared me. Don doesn't look scared in this photo, but he should have been! Look at the whispy bit of a ghost that seems to be photobombing this image! Yikes, that might be the spirit of Blackjack Ketchum! What's Notable? I'll remember how sturdy The Eklund felt, in this town of dust and wind. The sandstone exterior, will be what I remember. The interior was less impressive with lobby knickknacks and mixture of real and "new" antiques. It was exactly what I expected to see, because small town historic hotels often reflect the personality of the community... those who contribute. My favorite part of the hotel was the porch with the view of Main Street. I could sit there and imagine it was 1910. The ranchers and railroad men would be pretty thirsty when they arrived and headed for the great oak bar in the saloon!
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Cloudcroft, New Mexico We arrived on Friday afternoon, last September. Don and I were nearing the end of our month-long road trip. We had heard about this village from friends who once owned a home here. It was hard to believe this town of less than 700, sitting at 8,600 feet, surrounded by the Sacramento Mountains and Lincoln National Forest, was really in New Mexico! The Newer Lodge We drove up a quarter mile from the sign and found this curious lodge sitting on top of the slope. Originally a log constructed lodge was built in 1899 to house loggers, I guess. By 1908 a fancier lodge was built, mostly for travelers coming to escape the Texas heat. That one burned in a fire and the current lodge was built in 1911. What To Do? There was a horseshoe pit and a volleyball net, below the pond. The weather was cool and gloomy when we arrived, so no one was making use of those options. But there were a number of guests unloading golf clubs. I don't care much about golf anymore, so I would rather go back to 1911, when there was dancing in the pavilion and tennis courts and bowling and burro rides for the kids. Lobby Lounging The small lobby desk was bustling just inside the door. So was the gathering room with the copper-lidded fireplace and stuffed beasts, above and beside the hearth. Mezzanine The crowds dispersed (off to the golf course) and I could manage a few photos without men in sweaters, greeting one another with loud voices and handshakes. Nice guys, I'm sure. I just hate it when I feel like we're crashing someone's private party. There seemed to be a lot of groups. Finding Our Room The decor in the lobby area reminded me too much of a Texas Ranch House. I was excited to head for our room and see some proof that our hotel was over 100 years old. We passed the gift shop (which had some fun stuff, actually) and I was delighted by the set of windows with layers and layers of shiny varnish. Up, Then Down I had to stop and just stare at the worn wood on a few steps down to a lower hall. Could one ever come close to calculating the number of shoes that have worn down that wood? Stairs and a Window We paused in the hallway, which was filled with wonderful history and news clippings and then made the hike up the red stairs to the second floor. It's nice they had a landing with a pretty window, in case you need to disguise your exhaustion by pondering over the pretty glass design. I wasn't quite used to the altitude, so I was huffing and puffing. The Hall There wasn't anything too special about the hall, but we were down at the end on the left. It wasn't exactly the hall from "The Shining", but there was a resident ghost named Rebecca. So I kept an eye out. Room 225 We had a brass Thank You For Not Smoking reminder on our door. I laughed at first, since it looked antique. But we all know that people smoked wherever they wanted in 1911. Then again, maybe not here. The Cloudcroft area was a big retreat for those suffering TB and other health ailments. Who knows. Surrounded in Pine Don and I were thrilled to luck into a corner room. There wasn't much of a view, since we couldn't see past the pine branches. But I was fine with that! A Very Cozy Room We are used to small rooms, small beds and baths. If you like historic hotels, you expect it. But since we were not in a huge touristy area, I thought $154. was a little high for a room of this size, that hadn't been renovated in some time. The Perks I appreciated the coffeemaker and the ice bucket, glasses and cups. But we hardly needed the big phone. There was so much crowded onto the dresser, they had to build a corner shelf for the TV. I could have done without that, too. In all truth, I really wanted to declutter the tiny room. All Don ever wants besides a bed is a suitcase stand and all I need is a nightstand and lamp. Odd Bathroom Our bathroom had a feisty pocket door that wouldn't really close. At least we had a door. We've dealt with curtains, and shutter screens and all sorts of oddball privacy inventions in aged hotels. There was no tub, which is fine. And at least the oddly shaped vanity, had a bit of space to unload your toiletries. But what cracked me up, was having 3 framed "antique" paper fans. Each one had the exact same image. Was there a sale on hand fans? A Fine Bar Rueben was a delight as he served us at the "certified" Brunswick bar. Supposedly the carved bar once belonged to Al Capone. There were some other characters seated nearby and we chatted with many. There was a young man who seemed homesick and giddy when he learned we had a son who shared his name. There was a curious, but bossy older woman with amazing stories of her grandmother, the concert pianist and her father who cured the poor... but when she began to rant on about how her father tried to throw LBJ in jail for corruption... Don and I decided it was time to go explore the tower! Tower at Sunset Rueben encouraged us to get the key from Kelly at the front desk and hike up for the view. I raced up the stairs, scared I'd miss sunset and practically had a heart attack. I hadn't noticed the altitude until I stopped at the first level. I gasped and laughed at the leather "recovery chairs" that seemed to be put there for people like me. Just in Time! We paused not too long, before continuing up to the last level. The funny shaped windows gave us a better view, over the trees to the mountains beyond. And straight up we could see the light from the cupola windows. There was also a sign, reminding us to refrain from carving our names into the wood wall. Which is pretty funny because when Judy Garland visited long ago, she carved her name, as well as another special guest, Clark Gable! Window View I couldn't believe no one else was racing up the stairs to take in the view with us. What a perfect sight. I still could not believe I was seeing this view, in New Mexico! A Dinner View Earlier, I had peeked into the dining room to see what the seating options were. From looking at old photos, I could tell that this dining area by the windows, had once been the porch. What a wonderful view. The Original Dining Room We made reservations for 8:00, in hopes that the dining groups and families would be finished up by then. It was quiet when we walked through this room, but the piano player was still performing... on the platform between rooms. Next to Rebecca It was dark when we were seated down in the corner, past the stained glass image of Rebecca, the hotel ghost. It turned out to be the coziest table we could have hoped for. And after weeks of travel and chitchatting with strangers (which we mostly love) we were ready to hide out in a corner and dine. Unless Rebecca got chatty! Perfect Feast My photo expression is more than odd, but I was delighted with our dining experience. Not only was our space cozy, but we had comfy wicker chairs with hefty cushions. First off, the salad & bread was heavenly. My Veggie Pasta Alfredo, with thick noodles and green chiles was pure comfort. Don's pecan crusted salmon with asparagus and rice, tasted as good as it looked. And our young server Leigh had sweet stories of raising her small daughters in the Cloudcroft world... which sounded sort of like fictional, Mayberry. Cold and Sunny We slept well despite the fact Kelly at the desk had apologized the night before, "Oh, I'm afraid your room doesn't have heat, but I can get you a space heater and more blankets!" It got down in the thirties, but we were fine. We hiked in the morning and ended up sitting in the back of the hotel as the day began to warm. Coffee and Coats There was complimentary coffee in the morning and we took it out by the pool and watched a cute family playing catch on the lawn. We were still full from dinner, so we shared a day-old muffin, before packing and moving on down the road. What's Notable? As we headed down the drive, I felt like I hadn't had time to figure this place out. It felt like a retreat/resort that families or golfing buddies return to year after year. Not that everyone knew each other, but I felt like we were the only first-timers. Mostly I'll remember the isolation of this odd building up on the hilltop. If the weather had been more ideal I would have really craved a porch!
Hiway House Motor Hotel Chain! Don and I had one night in Albuquerque. We were excited to stay in the historic Nob Hill area, in a retro motel with an awesome orange sign! Route 66 As we headed towards the Nob Hill area on the old Route 66, we enjoyed quite a festive display of old motel signs. We hoped our motel would not be as creepy as the ones we passed. There It Was! We spotted it on the left. The sign with the cartoonish jalopy and the words "Sleep Is Our Business" was hard to miss. This was going to be one of those "Stay before it's gone!" places. The HiWay House chain, was started by construction magnate, Del Webb in 1956. The chain was never as popular as Howard Johnson's or Holiday Inn, but they were scattered over the western states. Now there are just a couple of these Colonial Style Motor Hotels (with goofy orange signs) left! Experiencing the Retro At a glance, the 2-story motel, with alternating pinkish-orange and blue doors had a fun throwback feel. But as we drove into the parking lot, the place looked a little wearier than the images on the website. There was an outdoor area with a grill and some plants. But judging from all the full ashtrays, I think it was just a smoking lounge. A Pool When I was a kid, a pool was all that mattered. This motel had one, but I wasn't tempted. As I glanced at the pool, my eyes followed the stairs upward, to some chairs and a table that had been pulled out of the motel room. The door to the room was wide open (at that moment) and the middle-aged couple enjoying a few smokes and beers on the porch, appeared to be living there. I began to wonder if the Airstream parked in the lot was inhabited as well. In fact, maybe all the "guests" were long term. Check In On the other side of the parking lot, we spotted the hotel office. I headed over, but found the door locked. I pressed the buzzer and waited. Then I realized who our hosts were. The woman who had been lounging on the porch perch above the pool, headed down to unlock the office door. "You need a room?" The woman spoke firmly, with (I guess) an Eastern European accent. I wanted to take a picture of her as she frowned down at her desk, as if the act of searching for our reservation, was a huge inconvenience. But I didn't dare. I snapped a cell pic of the Li'l Snack machine instead... as if I could somehow capture her reflection in the glass. ( Not sure why I felt I needed some photo to capture this awkward memory) Finally, she reached into a wooden slot and handed me the key to room 105. Flowers and Shutters After weeks of travel, I had to admit it was a treat pulling the car right up to the door... even if our room was pretty much underneath the lounging couple's door. Our host may not have been a bit welcoming, but I appreciated the flower pots and baskets. And our room had a real wood door and shutters with many layers of blue paint. I'm all for flowers and wood. Grand in Its Day I've certainly seen worse. The room was dated, but spacious. There was a fridge and microwave and a coffeemaker... with no coffee. And there was also an odor. Don and I argued a bit, since he thought it was some strong cleaning product and I was pretty sure the product was trying to mask the smell of vomit. Are We Staying? We left the door wide open as we examined the room. Nobody was making us stay, although I couldn't picture our frowning host giving us a refund, too easily. So I looked around and admired a few items. "Awesome lamp!" I exclaimed. I'm sure I saw one of those swag lamps in a Dean Martin movie once... with cigarette smoke swirling in its glow. And what an impressive set of controls just over the bed. Heating, cooling, volume and music? No Magic Fingers, though. More Windows and Space Behind the partition was a dressing area, with a carpeted bench for suitcase storage. You don't see that luxury anymore. We opened the back window to get a little cross ventilation and noticed a nearby Pilates studio behind us. They had nice music, which floated through the window, along with fresh air. Typical Bathroom I'm pretty sure the tub and sink were original from when the motel opened in 1958. And what a hoot to open the shower curtain and see the logo from the sign, decorating the wall tile. You just have to laugh at the idea of sharing the shower with this proper little husband & wife in their red car! Okay We'll Stay Don and I have weathered a few bad ones with all our oddball overnights. So after we looked around, I was a little surprised to hear Don ask, "So do we stay?" I had to laugh. "Unless we are in some kind of danger, we can make it work." So Don settled in and made a phone call, while I headed back to the office for ice. A Blurry Memory We didn't really need ice, but I wanted to have another encounter with our host. I needed to be sure I was comfortable here. My blurry photo, shows her once again refusing eye contact. The woman's husband (I assume) took my bucket while she busied herself at the desk. "So, I guess this motel has some history!" I said, trying to open up some conversation while the man scooped my ice. He was busy, inspecting my ice... then discarding it and scooping up some more. (yikes) The woman behind the counter answered without looking up. "1959." That was the end of the history conversation. I gave up and thanked them for the ice, although I wanted to say, "Well, the website says, 1958!!" Enjoying Nob Hill I had to laugh with Don about Mr. and Mrs. Norman Bates. Although that's an insult to Norman, since he at least smiled. But we decided to stay, since the surrounding area had some fun places in walking distance. We refused the adjoining Korean BBQ place, that had once been the motel's coffee house. It's under separate ownership, but we wanted to get a little further away. Next door there was an old Texaco, converted into a bar/restaurant. It looked sort of fun. Across Route 66 And across the road there were a number of popular looking places, with colorful signs and good aromas. We heard some pleasant sounding live music from one direction and some siren sounds coming from the other way. It's an intriguing area, what can I say. Two Fools Tavern We settled on the charming Scottish pub right across. We shared Scotch Eggs, Irish Whisky cured Salmon and a Cottage Pie! The atmosphere was festive with a good mix of clients, from scholarly to artsy to blue collar. The servers wore kilts and Don and I chuckled over a young server with a permanent scowl. Maybe she didn't like her kilt. Don nicknamed her the "Angry Little Clogger", although she was not seen dancing. The Business of Sleep? Our dinner put us in good spirits for a good night's rest. But I didn't get much of that "sleep business" during the night. Even with our windows closed there were sounds from a live band, then too much silence in the middle of the night. Come morning, I was ready to check out and move along. Mice! We didn't see mice, but there was a hole under the sink, with evidence that mice had visited. I was eager to have a reason to speak to our host one more time. I was going to be friendly, and just inform her of the problem. I figured I was giving her one more chance to be a good host... to be apologetic. Maybe she was a morning person and she'd leave me with a better impression. So I rang the buzzer. And I rang it again and again. No one ever came. The door above was closed and the chairs were empty. I dropped the key in the box, just as an young arguing couple stomped by on the sidewalk. I so was happy to be leaving. What's Notable? I will remember this as the retro motel stay, where we never felt welcome! We gave it the "happy traveler try" and there were no rewards for our efforts! This motel has such potential. The Nob Hill area is "coming back" with music and good food and this worn, old motel is right in the middle of it. It perplexes me that no one has swooped in to renovate this place. There are many Baby Boomer Travelers would spend decent money to stay in a well renovated boutique motel with reminders of travel life in the 1950's and '60's. Someone needs to come to the rescue! It won't be me. .. I'm still irritated.
Farmington, New Mexico It's pretty hard to describe this place, built into the vertical cliffs of Tertiary Ojo Alamo sandstone... ...overlooking the La Plata river valley some 300' below! The cave entrance is blocked in this image, but Don is seated on our "patio" for drinks and sunset. Getting There First we met up with our host, Gayle at her home in Farmington. She gave us a walky-talky and we followed her truck on a paved road for 10 minutes. Then the fun began. We were lucky our non-Jeep made it to the top of the dusty mesa. We parked next to the pipe/chimney, showing that we were on top of the cave. The Hike Down No rolling suitcases for this overnight. We actually had to sign papers that we were up for all the risks involved in staying in our cave hotel. I was glad for the railing that guided us down the rocky pathway to the opening. Up and Down Hike We knew we were almost there, when we spotted the table and chairs sitting on the slanted, rocky "patio". Gayle pointed up to the top of the cliff, and described how the furniture and appliances had to be lowered down years ago. Even though the cave is manmade, this rock is obviously real. The little building that blends in like an ancient cliff dwelling, is actually a storage area. The tiny red glow? That's a hummingbird feeder. The Flintstones? There is something sort of comical when I look at the photos. It looks like a stage set for Fred Flintsone, The Musical. But when you're inside, it does feel very cave-like at a constant 68-73 degrees. Better Than a Cave During my rugged college camping years, I slept in caves a few times. They were damp and clammy, with more than a few bat and mud encounters. It was a treat to have bathrobes as an option, instead of coveralls. Quite the Bathroom Better yet, there was a real bathroom! One of my most surreal student teaching memories, was when I helped lead grade-schoolers on a 3-hour hike into a cave. I was in charge of carrying the plastic container, which served as a "potty" for our overnight. So this bathroom was a bit of a luxury, with its waterfall shower. It was quite a climb into the stoney tub part... and that could be why we signed a release! There was an actual Jacuzzi option, but I wasn't sure how comfy that rocky tub bottom would feel. The Kiva When geologist, Bruce Black began building this cave house in the early 1980's, he planned on using it for his office. I'm not sure why he thought he needed 1,700 square feet of space, but it gave him enough room for a replica Kiva. This must have been an inspiration from the Pueblo Dwellings not too far away in Mesa Verde. If only temps had been cooler, we could have lit a fire in the corner fireplace. Warm Evening Instead of snuggling up for a fire, we got to go out and enjoy the warm evening while the animals feasted. Gayle made sure to show us where the nibbles were stored for the critters. Sadly we saw no ring-tailed cats, but lots of squirrels and chippers. Happy Hour Sunset We had our own food and drink, but Gayle said the fridge was stocked for our use. We climbed up the steps from the cave opening and out onto the flat rock. Once again, I could see why we signed those papers. The little chain railing would not keep us from stumbling over the edge... ...if we happened to have one too many. Sunset The show couldn't have been better. The sun finally sank and the clouds continued to entertain us. Morning We woke to a beautiful morning with the moon still visible. We watched the hummers and a few more critters before heading up to the top of the mesa. Morning Hike Not only did we have the cave to ourselves, but the whole mesa as well. What a treat to get up and hike the mesa after a restful overnight, underneath! What's Notable? I've had this cave hotel on my radar for a few years and I can't believe we finally pulled it off and stayed here! It would have been a lot easier to have found another cave to camp in. Camping would have been cheaper too, since this stay was about $300.00. Besides being costly, it wasn't exactly convenient... and it's pretty well booked the months when it's open. But the most memorable part for me was sitting out on that rocky ledge at sunset. That was the most notably indulgent part of the stay. No other guests, just us and the animals and the warm breeze. Pretty hard to top that!
Tucumcari, New Mexico On the first stop of our 28-day road trip, we enjoyed some "100% refrigerated air!!" Who can resist a sign like this? Since 1940 Don and I have stayed in a few vintage motor courts on Route 66, in Missouri and Oklahoma. This was our first stay on 66 in New Mexico. Tucumcari offers a lot of reminders of the glory days of the old Route, with lots of neon signage. The Blue Swallow sign is my favorite! More Than a Sign There's a lot more than a cool sign at Blue Swallow. There's a tidy pink stucco office with a glass block fountain nearby. Family Owned We were welcomed by Cameron Mueller who runs the motel with his wife... at least until the end of their 5 week run. Then Cameron's parents come on duty. He said he didn't know how his mom and dad used to run the place on their own. He stood behind the original desk where an earlier owner, Mrs. Redmond used to check in guests... even when she was in a wheelchair 1998. Mrs. Redman's Influence Lillian Redman started making the property homey when she and her husband purchased the property in 1958. Today, there are still welcoming places to sit... and hang your laundry. The Redmans updated with the current neon sign, which used the modern term "motel" instead of motor court. They stuck it out, even when I-40 opened and fewer travelers drove Rt. 66. Lillian always offered guests a copy of her benediction to Travelers (with lots of words about peace and rest) and if guests didn't have enough money, she allowed them to pay with whatever they could. Our Room, Number 11 We had a few colorful chairs near our little blue door and our awning covered window and porch step! We also had a garage tucked in between our room and the next. It was a tight squeeze, though. And cars were so much bigger then! Conveniences of Home! We dreamed about this nearby laundry room a couple weeks later. On day one of our 4-week trip we had not accumulated laundry. Garages The garage on the right was ours. The garages with blue doors had been converted to the laundry and storage rooms. You gotta love a motel with garages! Colors and Shells This section of the L-shaped motel, shows the original colors and a newer neon sign. There are shells in the texture of the entire motel stucco, but the multi-colored paint job in this area, spotlights the very fine seashells! Our Room I love it that the interior decor is pretty consistent with the motel design. The bed was a bit too Western for me, but I loved the Chenille spread! Love the Lamps! I really don't know if any of these lamps are original, but they are just so darn fun that I don't care! The phone was the real deal. Black and White! I'm happy to put up with a little inconvenience when enjoying some real vintage. I love the old sink that required a plug, if you want to mix hot and cold to wash your face! And who needs a bathroom fan when you have nifty shower window for steam control! The best part was that it was all vintage AND clean! There was even a stamp of approval on the folded end of the toilet paper roll! Making Use We were determined to enjoy every corner of the Blue Swallow. We found a nice sitting spot and had a little New Mexican beer. Ahhhh... a little bouncing on a metal chair, while the sound of wind-chimes blended with the occasional blast of motorcycles on the nearby Mother Road. Car Posing I made Don pose with the old Ponitac before we walked down to dinner. There were numerous neon signs decorating the dark sky by the time we made it to Del's for dinner. What's Most Notable? It was all about nostalgia. I was born in the fifties, but I don't remember them. This motel may be older than that, but it brings back the era that I learned to love, from when I first started watching I Love Lucy episodes.
The Blue Swallow was all about embracing that time. Luxurious? Not at all. Comfy? Very! |
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Nights 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! Archives
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