I can’t think of a way to fully relate the experience we had at a BnB in Coeur d’Alene on Sunday night. Not without leaving some social media bread crumbs that could lead the innkeepers to a post about it. And I would be horrified of they knew I was snarking on their place, because they were gracious and decent hosts.
But lo, it was an experience. The house was built recently - in the last 10 years - and their theme was Americana as seem through a candy store replica prism. Suffice to say, not my taste, but that wasn’t the issue.
I booked the Treehouse Suite, thinking its distance from the main house would afford us privacy. Alas, it was more treehouse than suite. No plumbing or running water. That meant a climb down about 20 stairs, then 100 feet, to use the “private, dedicated bathroom” in the main house. While I am a girl who commits to sleep and doesn’t get up to pee in the middle of the night, that makes me a girl who has to pee first thing in the morning. And that is a trek for a girl who danced two nights in a row with high heels and shit ankles.
I should also mention that there was a wall mirror the size of a compact. This is only relevant because I had to get ready for the wedding in a treehouse with a tiny mirror. I will leave it to your imagination how I looked. Townie.
(I will add here that we found a 24 hour Mexican joint around midnight after the wedding and had one of the best dates of our lives there)
Casey had an early meeting, so he flew home, and I drove alone across the state. The 7am breakfast was, frankly, amazing. “Doych” pancakes (Dutch pancakes), spicy hash browns, and maple bacon. Hit all of the right spots, and almost made up for the lack of in-room plumbing.