THE SHINING

This morning I had a plan. I was going to go to ride around, and eventually end up in a certain area. I researched hotels in that area, and picked one that I thought would be good. I then forgot all about it as I rode around, changing plans and direction frequently. As I rode, I changed what my plans would be for the next day or two.

Then, about 5pm I thought it would be a good idea to set up a hotel. This is not really necessary in this area this time of year, as there are tons of choices, but I like to have a destination. I opened the app, found the hotel I had researched, and since it was starting to rain, I booked it quickly.

After I booked it, I realized I was still an hour away if I went the direct route. That was fine. But then I realized that the hotel was no longer really in a good central area for tomorrows plan. Not an issue, I will just change tomorrow’s plan. The new plan was actually better.

THEN I got to the hotel. It was in an ideal spot for where I had planned to ride tomorrow. It had a great restaurant. Everything about the place was ideal. Lots of interesting places to sit, comfortable chairs in lots of rooms. But the restaurant was closed because there were few guests on a Sunday. I had anticipated this, and there is a restaurant 50 meters away that was open. The owner, since there were so few guests chose to close down and leave.

That meant there was just me and some fictional number of guests. As far as I can tell from the parking lot, there is at best one other guest. I did see someone in the pool. I think he was real. He looked a lot like Jack Nicholson.

SO I am sitting here, alone in a small hotel in one of the gathering rooms which could easily hold 50 people. The wind is kicking up outside and some rain (no snow though, sorry Jack). It feels a little like The Shining. Or like I have my own personal mountain retreat. I do have the company of a few fish though. One is very bug eyed and is staring at me. I think the water is turning red.