Road Trip

So, Mar and I went to St. George over the Labor Day weekend, and stayed at the Coral Hills - our family's favorite Best Western motel. We got stuck in some gnarly traffic on the way down - it took us over 5 hours, when it should have taken us 3.5 or 4 hours. So we called the Coral Hills to make sure they didn't give away my reservation, and they assured me that they had a room for me.
We rolled into town just before 11:00 that night, and went to check in. The lady at the front desk gave us a room number and some keys, and sent us on our merry way. We found the room, dragged our stuff upstairs, anxious to crash, put the key in the door - which unlocked - and...
Someone was in there!!!!
So we hightailed it back to the front desk, totally shocked, and told the front desk lady what happened. She was as shocked as we were - that room was supposed to be empty. She had no reservation scheduled for that room, no desk card... well, now what?? She looked in her schedule for another room that might be empty - even a room with just a king bed that we could share - and she had nothing for us! So we got the last possible resort...
The HONEYMOON SUITE!
That's right! A big huge four-poster bed, a massive TV, and a heart-shaped jacuzzi tub that was about in the middle of the room. Mar hit the nail on the head when we walked in and she said, "This is SO awesome! And just a little bit awkward..." SO funny. But we definitely enjoyed the room! I even took a bath in the heart-shaped tub - but I made Mar stay in the bathroom the whole time.
That was a nice, relaxing trip. We went to the Brigham Young Winter Home, and across the street is the Seven Wives Inn, a late 1800's home where our great-great-grandfather lived for a time while avoiding the law for polygamy reasons; several of the rooms are named for some of his wives.
Incidentally, did you know that St. George was named for George A. Smith? Well, I'm sure some of you know that. But where did the 'Saint' part come from? Well, in that time period, a lot of people were suffering and dying from scurvy, a disease caused by a lack of vitamins and nutrients. Well, George A. taught travelling companies to plant and eat potatoes, then re-plant them for the next company coming through, who would then harvest them and eat them, then re-plant them for the next company, and so on; so George A. was nicknamed the 'Potato Saint' by those who were able to benefit from his knowledge. Hence, 'Saint George'!! :)