No Room At The Inn
Some surprises turn into an adventure
Ruth leads the way from the dam into town along the main road. About halfway through town, she pulls into the motel she had observed, on the way up. With a spring in her step, she heads into reception. Greg remains in his car, so he can avoid advertising the wet spot on his jeans. Emerging from reception, Ruth looks at Greg, raises her arms, shrugs, shakes her head, and mouths, “Booked out.” They drive a little further up...