It’s really a lovely place, even if the toilet does leak, or at least run non-stop, not bigly, but kind of a nice little tinkle, not a deluge, no on and off to it, and I can’t even hear it here at the desk where I sit. I mean, what the hell, it’s mostly a passive process, the water isn’t going anywhere beyond where it would go anyway, even if I suppose the re-processing to make it, um, drinkable, or at least flushable again, isn’t a totally passive one.
It certainly could be, easily enough.
But the Dumb Luck Hotel is more of a conference center that wants to be a resort kind of a place, with an indoor pool and a sauna, a huge eating area, a bar and a restaurant, volleyball, games galore, very spacious, all mostly idle and empty.
I'll see if there's pinball. I am, after all, quite the pinball wizard, another of those pool hall skills honed during my youth. Lots of fun, too.
The Dumb Luck Hotel sits way up off the main road, has a road of its own called Hospitality Way, here in the town of Lake Harmony. I mean, how could a place sound much nicer than that?
The huge eating area was nearly empty this morning, one couple there with me, really nice folks, we chatted, no TV, at least not on and talking. A lovely woman brought out plates of freshly cooked sausage and eggs and spuds, piled higher than high, all of it too much. I'll not "order" eggs again, lived and learned, even if we didn’t order beyond response to “you want scrambled or omelet?”
She just cooked and served, not super high quality food, no, but not awful, either, and served up with joy.
The restaurant and bar are both closed, full time, or at least that’s the case while I’m here. It works, very well. The pool is in use, the sauna, not yet, but soon, assuming it's fucntional. I’ve not yet checked it out to confirm that I’ll use it.
The room is roomy, plenty for sitting and stretching. The large windows open, face woods. The trail of purple amidst the white clover flowers brings a smile to my face. The old man who just walked by, looking in, makes me hope that the weed on the desk beside me didn’t disturb him, that he won’t tell on me.
Probably not; he walks his dog in the rain. I smiled, waved. He almost smiled back. The big blonde dog had far less problem with his grin.
The Dumb Luck Hotel is a cheapie, sixty something a night, except for the guy who was acting like a jerk as I checked in, just nasty, for him it was more, no room like the one that he wanted, saw advertised, he could get two, not together, but it was going to cost him.
There are not more than 10 cars in the massive parking lot, the place mostly empty.
The Dumb Luck Hotel is a nice little stop along the way; a great place to relax and unwind and process new data. I think I’ll stay another day.