Who needs reservations?
One thing you have to understand about Bear is that he is spontaneous, and not much of a planner. Myself on the other hand, is a basket of anxiety. They say opposites attract right.
Early October he tells me we are going somewhere, and its a surprise. The romantic in me is very excited that he planned something. I was told how many days we would be gone, and that was it.
I quickly pack after work, load up on snacks for the road, and off we went. He knows where he is going, and decides not to use the GPS. This was no problem, as its fun to be the passenger. It was a road trip, which means a private concert for him, featuring me.
Its about 10 to 1030 at night when we need to switch drivers. I begrudgingly get behind the wheel. I hate driving at night, especially when I don't know the area. I have horrible night vision. Again we still are driving old school with no GPS. This normally wouldn't be a big deal, except Bear got distracted on his phone, and we miss our exit.
We were apparently heading to Charlevoix, and missed the turn off from I-75. Finally he loads the destination into the GPS. I wasn't allowed to look, just follow. I was ok with this, and blindly followed to the destination. Maps takes us about 45 minutes of backtracking and we are now making headway.
We pull up to a hotel at around almost midnight. He gets out to go check in, or so I thought. Turns out Mr. Spontaneous Bear didn't make a reservation to the hotel, and they were fully booked. It was peak color time in Northern Michigan, and as we found out, all the hotels in the area have been booked for months!
Between the two of us, we called 10-15 hotels in the dead of night looking for a place to sleep. He finally gets ahold of one that has an opening. He books it over the phone, over $200 for a night, and they only had that one night, and were booked for the weekend. Bear plugs the address into the handy dandy GPS and guess what! We have to head back in the direction we came from. All the way back to I-75 and heading north. Romantic feeling is gone to say the least. I know, I know, it's the thought that counts.
We finally pull up to the last minute hotel after 2 in the morning, and he gets us checked in. We trek up the stairs, and he opens the door. Now for over $200 I was expecting something with some pizazz, or at least not that thin ass comforter. This hotel was not that. They had hiked up the rates due to it being "Peak Colors".
But it was a warm, clean room for the night. We were pretty much out after we setteled in, both looking forward to tomorrows adventures, and some much needed rest.
Roll around to the morning, no idea the time. The room is dark, the hotel was quiet, and I was snuggled in his arms. He pulls me closer and leans over, starting to kiss my neck, while his hands start to wander. I turn over ready to have a good morning, when we heard the door open.
We both stop dead, and he calls out to see who is opening the door. Turns out it was housekeeping, and it was after 10 in the morning. The maid quickly apologizes and about 5 minutes later we get a phone call from the front desk.
The lady on the other end was very nice and understanding, giving us a late checkout, saying we could leave by noon since we had such a late check in.
Bear and I hustled to get ready for the day, and to see what adventure awaited for us!















