It looked promising as I drove up the beautiful well-lit driveway flanked with huge green fields; the last impressive moment. My room was not one with immediate parking lot access; it was located in what I assume is the dungeon section. To open my room door, i discovered (along with other guests) that a series of trial, error, & swearing would be required
Inside the room, I was immediately struck by the heavy smell of cigarettes; something I contemplated while reviewing the "NO SMOKING IN ROOM" sign. My dogs quickly discovered an inch gap between the bottom of the door and the floor, which amplified every noise from terror hallway and provided a visual vantage point from which to guard the room. I stuffed a towel under the gap after listening to one gentleman fart himself down the hallway.
As I had arrived at 9 pm after driving 10+ hours, I was eager to sleep. My youngest dog pranced around with a new toy he'd found- a roll of poop bags- not ours. I struggled to figure out how to turn on my lights and discovered not all of them were working. I briefly admired the bed's 'coverlette' with cigarette burn patterns on it. I untucked my sheets only to discover DIRT (about 2 tbsps worth) I complained, but at 930 pm, dogs settled, I didn't feel like leaving the room to have the sheets changed. Especially as the whole room likely needed to be cleaned. I used a blanket from my car. At 5 am, stiff from the worst mattress ever, I checked out.