That would be the summer of '01. We decided to spend a couple of nights at a hotel before continuing north to visit my grandparents. This hotel was called the Seven Dwarfs Motel, in Twin Mountain, NH (in the White Mountains). My stepdad had found a great deal. This was mistake number 1
We all got a little worried when we looked at the website and the picture of the place looked like it had been taken in the 70's. Our guess is it was.
We arrived and walked into the check in area. The check in area was a hole in the wall next to the "breakfast nook", complete with a stuffed bear (full sized bear that had once been alive) staring us down
The owner of the place personally checked us in. She was dressed in costume. One of those Swiss Alps type dresses. You know, the stereotypical yodeling dresses
She handed over the keys to our room and we went to check it out. It was clear that there was only one other occupied room and it was somebody that was clearly living there. This was mistake number 2. We didn't leave.
Upon inspection the room was huge, and clean. The appliances (we had what I guess you could call their interpretation of a family suite type thing), were old, but clean and worked well. It was clear that the rooms had been decorated in the 70's, and nothing about the style (including the sheets they were using) had been changed. The cleanliness was about the only thing that this place got a thumbs up for. As we were unpacking we looked out the window, and discovered a MASSIVE dog (their pet) staring at us. Not impressed. We turned on the tv in one of the bedrooms, and not long after the channels started changing. Turned out my mom had turned on the tv in her room and the tv's were on a satelite, so only one channel could be watched at a time. There were some good battles over which channel was going to be watched
After all the tv excitement we went to bed, to get some sleep to get ready for our busy day the next day. At 4:30 am we were awoken by screeching. From that point on, every half hour, on the half hour, we heard that same noise. We mentioned it at breakfast (to the owner, who was also the waitress, and we later found out, the housekeeper), and her response? "Oh those are guinea hens. They're our pets". We weren't happy. Oh, back to breakfast. The breakfast nook was a room that had those foolish stuffed hunted animals all over the place. Directly above my head was a flying squirrel attached to a tree branch, mounted on the wall. Other company included a stuffed bear, deer, moose, and my personal favorite, the skunk
My bagel arrived looking like a hockey puck, and we soon realized the jelly on the table was past its expiration date. No we did not eat there again...
When we returned from our long day we found that our room had been cleaned. It had been cleaned well. However, the screenless windows that we had purposely left closed (it was in the middle of the woods, during mosquito season), had been left open by the owner. That night we crawled into bed with a couple hundred mosquitos divebombing us. And yes, the guinea hens woke us the next morning as well. No I do not understand why we spent the second night there, but it was our last night there
), and seeing what he thought was his worst nightmare come true, he jumped onto my back, piggy-back style, and screamed, "Run!!" So I did. In fins. I made it about 3 feet before tripping and falling, Jeff still clinging to my back, but I stumbled to my feet and somehow made it back to the beach.
