The Buckrail Lodgein Jackson, Wyoming was a real nice, classy place to stay. If you want to know *how* classy, just look how they fold the toilet paper:
Classy!
Still, I hesitate to call it a "lodge," since the entrances to the rooms are outside, and not in an enclosed hallway. Remember this little rhyme I just made up:
If you can drive to your door, You're in a Motel (Me More)!
I'm Chris, and I spent my childhood living in a motel my family owned in the southwest. This blog is a paean to the joys of the road -- the accommodations, the eating, the exploring, and, sometimes, the cringing.
Postcard of the TraveLodge in Alamogordo, NM, circa 1976. The back of the card reads: "In the morning shadow of the beautiful Sacramento Mountains. Direct dial phones, T.V., refrigerated air-conditioning, heated pool, free reservation service and free coffee in the lobby." It's like a motel haiku.
My wife Alysia is more classy, and blogs about the hotels she grew up in, as well as hotel culture in general. (Yes, we are the Hart-To-Hart of lodging bloggery.) Visit her website at Hotel Me More...
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