I think it’s a rule that there will always be at least a couple of bad days in a vacation… I’d say day 4 was one of those. It began in Syracuse, NY the night before when we had to trade cars because my seatbelt refused to work 85% of the time… which is totes ironic since there were years when I couldn’t fit a seatbelt around my bulk and now that I can, my seatbelts won’t come out of the door frame. Frustrated me all to hades and back trying to get that thing to budge. It was fine, though, because we were driving a Jeep Patriot and we weren’t so much fond of it. It kind of sucked. We traded her out for a Kia Sorento… totes an upgrade, even if the seats were all stained and looked like someone decided to have a “bring your own mud” volleyball party on the seats (see Ma… I explained it nicer like than I did on the trip).
Here she is in all her glory… with Illinois plates… hmmmm… I wonder how that worked out… coughcough! I’d also like to take this opportunity to propose marriage to my GPS… Freda. Oh laws, I’m in love with that thing. I’m sorry Northeasterners, but your roads are screwed up! 😛 I couldn’t find my way out of a paper bag with them windy streets. That’s one thing I missed about UT streets… block system is the best invention in the WORLD… look it up… you’ll find it right next to the invention of sliced bread. Anywho, Freda saved our butts on an hourly basis. We rarely got lost when we had the address plugged into good ole Freed.
Day 4 was spent driving… the longest travel day so far. We were driving from Syracuse, NY to Jeffersonville, Vermont in POURING rain the whole way… THE WHOLE WAY. This was not a friendly little sprinkle of lemony goodness… this was like standing underneath the Niagara Falls all over again. We stopped at a rest area at one point and just walking from the car into the building 20 feet away left me looking like a weasel stuck up a crick. It was in that rest stop that I also managed to burn my tongue on a sip of hot chocolate, drop half a cup of hot chocolate on the floor, and then wreaked havoc when I threw the rest in the garbage can because it burnt my hand. Did I mention I was valedictorian? Good… because I wasn’t! It only got worse when it got darker… the roads were narrow, the rain was heavy, and we couldn’t see a dagnabbed thing.
It was with much relief that we finally arrived at our destination at around 8:00ish to check into the “Smuggler’s Notch Inn” or as I liked to call it “GET THE HELL OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN!” Oh lawsy Gertrude in a pile of cow manure, this place was bad. It didn’t look that bad when I’d booked it on the Internet (PHOTOSHOP), but in person… laws almighty. It was an old house with original floors that slanted toward the middle of the house… thank all that be holy I left my silk sheets and pajamas at home this time… otherwise I’d have spent the whole night sliding out of bed. The room contained 2 twin beds and was the size of a small jail cell… oh, and there was no elevator and our bags weighed 50 pounds each… no problem. I usually carry mine around on my head. Cleanliness was also not a strong point… they should have put that on the brochure. We seriously considered trying to get out of the stay and find somewhere else and even went as far as to get Lindsay on the computer back home to try to find us something.
In the meantime, it was time for dinner! We asked the lady that checked us in where she’d recommend going. Turns out it’s an itty bitty town with only 2 restaurants, both of which she said were fabulous. Okay… we’ll take your word for it. We picked the wrong one obviously because I swear to you I got food poisoning. My pasta was nasty and the sauce on top of it tasted rancid. I ate 2 bites and then pushed the rest of it to the far side of the plate so it would look like I’d eaten more. Madre got pumpkin ravioli that made her want to vomit… and don’t even get me started on the dinner salads… unless you enjoy wilted spinach leaves and wilted vegetables and dressing reminiscent of liquid tar… and it only cost me $30 for my dish alone… well worth the 2 bites I had! NOT! Never fear… I had my bed to look forward to back at the Smuggler’s Notch Inn.
It’s a wonder I didn’t take any pictures on this day. It was too rainy to get out to take them and I didn’t want to remember my Inn. I was determined to get up early and make day 5 one to remember… you best believe it. Rain behave yourself!
Question of the Day: Have you ever had a bad hotel/restaurant experience? Misery loves company, so let me know the details in the comments!