About last night....

We left Jackson knowing we had a big drive south past Salt Lake City. Unsure how far we would get over the next few days we have 4 nights unbooked accom. Just trying our luck as we go.... We decided to stop in Fillmore. Not as far as we had hoped to get but we were weary and figured the signs for Best Western Paradise Inn & Resort sounded the go. After a drive through town we saw that it looked the best of not great options. To give them credit, though it is a fairly basic motel with box TV's and phone handsets that have not changed since Cindy Brady had ringlets, it was very clean and had all we needed.... The resort part came from what looked like a 9 hole golf course out the back and pool/ spa under cover. It was only after we checked in and unloaded the car, we noticed a flyswat sitting on a shelf and looked about to note a fly on the wall. At least they had the issue covered.... It was surprisingly warm to us after the cold of Yellowstone and Jackson. The room seemed to hold the heat of the day so we kept the door open and bathroom window while we read to allow the breeze through.... It took a while to realise this seemed to have been an open invitation to the flies from far and wide. Mark closed the door and turned on the air con. It was only as it cooled a little that I saw the floor length curtains were about 6" off the floor and there were long & very efficient heaters blasting out hot air.....(it felt like the hot room in Crater Lake Lodge) Heaters off and aircon on... the room soon cooled. This was when Mark noted just how many flies there were. Most were on the ceiling which was the old style stiple but special with bits of glitter through it. So Mark proceeded to start swatting flies and flicking them under the bench so that we didnt step on carcasses accidentally. After many swats we then noticed the other dilemma... the carpet was now sprinkled with bits of white ceiling... They had a large family restaurant. We wandered over and were seated at a booth. We sat opposite each other. For me the table was at the right height. Somehow Mark seemed to sink as he sat... and the table came above breast height. We didnt complain as it was giving me lots of giggles. We had a delicious steak and I was kept entertained with Mark having to cut his with his elbows higher than his hands... in all an entertaining night and nearly the best sleep we have had so far.