First-timers that we were, my dear wife Karen, daughter Elisabeth, boyfriend George Three and I did not know what to expect out of anything in Estes Park.
When we pulled the rented SUV into the short, weed-filled driveway of the blue cottage with the white 330 on Virginia Drive a little before check-in time that Thursday afternoon, we all four went, oooooooh.
A little tired.
Yes, us, having left the Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood chauffered by George Two at 5 a.m. for our 7 a.m. flight from Hancock International. And, quite frankly, that was our general opinion of the exterior of the two-story joint Karen had found online.
Then we had a bit of trouble getting into the lock-box for our key. After a short walk to see the neighboring cabin rented by sibiling Steve and his family, cooler heads prevailed, and key was retreived.
We were wrong.
The River Rock Cottages were right on.
My dear wife had done it up for us big time.
The entry way was dominated by an open-concept living room/dining room/kitchen space big enough for all four of us to sit and talk, eat breakfast cooked by George Three, watch a little TV … And as it turns out, as you’ve seen with The Thin Air Series these past wo weeks, we did very little TV-watching on the beautiful flat screen, mostly during the very early morning and very late night.
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Elisabeth and George had the run of the downstairs sleeping and bathing quarters.
A space-saving wrought-iron spiral staircase separated the two floors. There was a puzzling half-inch high bottom step that caught my toe several times. And the stairs were narrow and winding. I did have a glass or two of wine one or two evenings … No problem.
Karen and I got the master spread upstairs. She paid the bill for the joint. We spread out in the big bedroom with a walk-in closet, bathroom with a skylight and double sinks, and a sitting room with a pull-out that was to be son Daryl’s before he decided he could not get off from work.
There was a balcony off that upstairs sitting room.
By Tuesday morning, we were sad to leave. This was way better than two hotel rooms, we sad over and over again. Thank you, my dear wife Karen.
Tomorrow: Friday: An interesting little village
Saturday: Eatin’ and Drinkin’
Where’s the best vacation spot you’ve ever stayed, and why? Where’s the worst vacation spot you’ve ever stayed, and why? What’s your favorite room in the cottage, and why?