Brett remembers we stayed here about four years ago but I’ll have to take his word for it. It’s really run down now and the pool is … cloudy. Madison wanted to take a bath but when we got in there to do it she said, “Bath dirty!” so we skipped it. (Actually the bath isn’t dirty it’s just dingy and old. Not as dingy and old as our tub at home, in fact, but at the least the tub at home is familiar to her.)

We met the owners because it’s just one family running the place and I was having trouble getting online. Their front page was messed up so that all you could see was the html trying to drive a cgi script but not anything else. So I couldn’t log on. I took my laptop downstairs and the daughter at the front desk couldn’t understand what the problem was and I couldn’t explain it because English isn’t her first language. So she brought her father in and he couldn’t make it work either. I finally hacked in through a back way. They were very nice but obviously overwhelmed and that explains a lot about the place.

Again, I wish I had an extra life to live; what’s it like to be her? 17-ish years old and working the front desk of her family’s run down hotel? Trying to help people she doesn’t quite understand? It’s a busy hotel, too. And the restaurant across the street proudly sells (they’re spelling), “Pork Brains and Aigs.”

None of us slept well. But we’re at the homestretch now. The end of driving is in sight!

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