Lizz and I took a much needed vacation up north this weekend. I had planned a month in advance to get a romantic Bed & Breakfast for the Fourth of July weekend. Sadly, my favorite B&B gets booked up three months ahead so I booked with another place. The week of, I got a panicked call from the proprieter who said she had just received my check that day. It was mistakenly delivered to the neighbor, who had never bothered to bring it over until three weeks later. Needless to say, she was booked solid by then.
I made arrangements at the only place open for 25 miles: a motel. I couldn’t find pictures of it anywhere and when we drove up, our hope of a good weekend quickly faded. This place was a dump, clearly untouched since the mid ’60s.
Yes, that is a recent picture, taken on Saturday. One redeeming feature: the pool was clean and just the right temperature. Best of all, empty.
Part II tomorrow