Dear Ladies of 703,
Well, here it is: the update on my stay at the Rainbow Inn.
When I first saw it, I wanted to abort the mission and race back down the mountain to find a Hilton. But that’s a little daunting when your GPS looks like this:
Also, I had already paid. Plus, as I am always telling you all, unusual experiences make great stories. This was bound to be an interesting experience, as this is what greeted me when I parked:
As I walked up the path, another creature greeted me. This one said his name was Alan and he had just spent 11 days in a tent. He was looking for a room for the night, but no one was inside. Instead, there was a note on the door.
A note on the open door! This ain’t no Hilton.
No, this is a throwback to a different time where the words “rainbow” and “bear” didn’t automatically lead to assumptions.
This is a place where the aforementioned Alan can wander into the guest lounge in his bathrobe, sit down next to you on the couch for a chat, and it doesn’t seem like an advance from a creep.
This is a bed and breakfast where Windean will make you a to-go breakfast burrito if you can’t make the sit-down at 9 a.m. She’ll even make sure you know it’s yours by sticking a cute tag on it:
This is a place where you get to “town” by hopping from rock to rock to cross a creek.
This is a place where you abandon your preconceived notions and go with the flow.
I was glad I did.
See you Wednesday!
Beth
Observe and report 