Our guests this weekend are largely of a variety Michael and I affectionately call "stormchasers." They raced up here yesterday to take advantage of the big storm today. (We are already on our second shoveling of the decks, with many more anticipated.)
Stormchasers are almost always males between the ages of 20 and 50. They travel alone or with one or possibly two friends. They want a bed, possibly a television, and breakfast. They are almost never picky. They check in, they sleep, they eat breakfast with one eye on the road to the slopes, they chat with the other stormchasers, shower us with compliments, and leave. If they stay more than one day, they frequently don't want housekeeping. They are dream guests.
There is only one niggling worry in the back of my mind: will Sarah make it in to work this morning (I think she lives at the end of a dirt road), or will I end up cleaning all the rooms?
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And she made it! :)
All would have gone fantastically well this weekend if not for the backed up sewage line. :(
Michael
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