We'd planned to spend the night in a wilderness campsite on Ashokan High Point, but rain changed our excursion into a day hike. Needing a place to lay our slightly damp bodies, we pulled into the Trail Motel. The landscaping was attractive, and the owner let us check the room before committing.
Early in the season, the midweek price was quite reasonable, but we were carrying very little cash. Since the motel doesn't accept credit cards, the owner directed us to the ATM at the grocery next door, and soon we were comfortable in a room with a queen bed, a refrigerator and coffee maker, TV and a bath equipped with shower. All were good quality, althought the water tasted like iron.
The decor was like the honeymoon suite I never got as a young bride, with wallpaper and carpet in carefully matched floral patterns. We were both so charmed by the rose-patterned teacups and saucers beside the Mr. Coffee, we used them instead of the travel mugs we'd brought inside.
Outside, the concrete walkway was shaded by an overhanging roof and by vine-covered lattice. This made a comfortable place to enjoy the supper we had intended to eat in camp, as well as our morning coffee.
In the morning sunlight, I spent time admiring a huge tree that shaded the grounds, the tallest weeping willow I've ever seen, with a gnarled trunk that had grown into shapes that reminded me of faces, animals, and even a ship's masthead. We didn't visit the art gallery, but I had to wonder if the tree had inspired the artist's creative imagination.
Meanwhile, my husband enjoyed a chat with the owner, who was very personable.
We left refreshed and ready to tackle another wilderness adventure.