Monday morning dawned bright, clean and clear. Yesterday's storm was long forgotten. I don't know why it is but blackout drapes never quite seem to meet especially in a situation where one could have very easily enjoyed a bit of a sleep-in. I was awoken by a piercing shaft that prodded me awake but I decided not to cooperate and turned over to grab another few minutes or even an hour. However, as soon as the thought struck that if the light could see in so could someone walking by, I rolled out of bed. All thoughts of sleep had evaporated. Does a person have to pay three hundred dollars for a room in order to get drapes that meet? I laughed at my own foolish fretting. A person would have to be nine feet tall to have peeked in or else on stilts.
After a swim and a leisurely breakfast, in the motel coffee shop, that would never make the ten best places to dine list, I was ready to get going. I had made a mental note, almost at the moment I sat down, to give it a miss, next time, if there was one. It lived up to the standard of, 'What'll you have honey? Cawffee?' It was the sort of place where you itch to polish the cutlery as if that would do any good. Actually breakfast was not all that bad. The buffet had a generous selection. I stoked up for the day and set out.