When I first pulled up at Colter’s Lodge I was wondering what I got myself into. Place was “historic” and looked every bit of it. When I went inside there was a note on the counter to check in with the bartender. I found this quite humorous. Never made it that far, as the desk staff was just returning. They were quite pleasant and very quickly I was handed the key to my room (an actual key, not a key card) and pointed to the stairs through the restaurant, which had just closed for the night. I ascended the creaky stairs slowly, hobbled slightly from a few days in the mountains. As I trudged down the hall, the floor creaked some more. I chuckled as I passed the raccoon pelts hung up in the hallway, steeling myself for what was behind door 25. I entered the room, and the floor creaked some more. The walls felt thin. I was worried I’d have an awful night. The first thing I saw was a million inch flat screen tv on the wall. Maybe closer to 80 inches. Pretty much the width of the king bed that took up most of the rest of the space in the room. I peaked into the bathroom and noticed the deep, heavenly looking jetted tub. Just what the doctor ordered after days in the mountains! After soaking for an hour and then taking a shower to actually get clean, I felt much better. I crawled into bed. Climbed really. The platform was probably three feet high. And settled into what was at this point unexpectedly delightful sheets and a memory foam mattress. Bliss. I bricked into deep slumber.