Seldom does my choice of lodging impact the road trip. I come away with hardly a memory of where I slept. The stipulations of clean, cheap and quiet aren’t exactly fodder for a story about architectural elements, or the rarity of the wood used, or how the original paintings made the room museum like. I don’t plan to be in the room long enough to enjoy such decorative perks; subsequently I darn sure don’t want to pay for them.
There are the road trip nights spent at motels like the Cozy Motel that spawn and spin memorable yarns that emanate from something other than the IPE deck surrounding the private hot tub. Like way colorful characters. And a lapse of observation skills on my part. But those sand man related moments are rare.
The Abiquiu Inn, Abiquiu, New Mexico was the only visible lodging in the area. I broke a rule allowing dark to find me before I’d found a place to sleep. Reason enough to check in the first night. But I continued my stay for the 2nd and 3rd nights.
Because of this.
And this. The breakfast.
And this. The towels. And Kiva fireplace.
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