Tuesday, 19 August 2003

a day in town

We never do this: just hang out by the pool all day on vacation. We did this day, such a novelty.

I can't recommend the Sheraton in Mt. Crested Butte. A king mattress fits across two twin box springs, but the hotel doesn't spring for king-sized pillows or king-sized fitted sheets or even fitted sheets at all or indeed sheets that aren't pilly. We didn't sleep well during our stay: the least movement untucked the minimal tuckage, just for starters.

There was a pool, smallish and not particularly cleanish, with a fine view of the butte, without shade. But that's me: it's a pool, and I would have preferred to laze the day away by a creek or a pond. But even fake water is better than no water. I explored the beautiful old Victorian village in the morning, checking out books from their library (in super old building that was a school until nine years ago) and shopping a bit, and then joined RDC by and in the pool. I stood in five feet of water, arms and chin on a towel on the deck, and read Second Summer of the Sisterhood.

There are worse ways to spend a day.

second summer of the sisterhood

As Melissa said, nowhere near as good as Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, but since in my laziness The Goldbug Variations seemed too strenuous, it fit the pool mentality just fine.