Ever since we left the highly tolerable climate of Santa Fe, I’ve been hot. Ace has been hot. We exit the car and it’s like getting hit in the face with blow dryer, turned up to its most heated setting.
So even before we visited the ex-cat and pulled out of Waynoka, Oklahoma, I decided — more for my sake than Ace’s — that our next stop would have to be somewhere with a swimming pool.
I got on online and checked for Motel 6’s — our default option — and saw there were half a dozen in the Oklahoma City area, all of which, it seemed, had swimming pools.
When we got there, after a hot and dusty drive, I stopped at the first Motel 6 I came across.
I’m still unsure if it was one of the ones I investigated online. But without a second thought I checked in, put on my trunks and, anticipating a refreshing plunge, went out to hit the pool.
And this is what we found:
I was less than pleased. Ace, on the other hand, who’s not big on pools but has been missing soft green grass during our time in the West, was thrilled. If nothing else, it made for a nice miniature dog park.
I took a seat on the lounge chair and we spent a few minutes poolside, more for Ace’s sake than mine.
It wasn’t the first surprise we’d gotten at a Motel 6. Those we’ve visited included on with a broken pool, one with broken Wi-Fi, one with no batteries in the TV remote, one where I had to make the morning coffee and one, in Dallas, where the room smelled like pee (definitely not ours).
A couple of them have been perfect, though. As I see it, at under $40 a night, one shouldn’t expect to many guarantees or amenities, which is good because, other than a tiny bar of soap, one doesn’t get them.
Far more important than amenities, or any temporary malfunction — with the exception of air conditioning — is the fact that Motel 6 always accepts dogs, with few rules, no weight restrictions and no deposit.
Now that’s refreshing.