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bunnyhugger.
Camden Park is on the very western edge of West Virginia, so far west that our hotel was a couple miles away in Kentucky. It was charmingly old-fashioned in its look, too, seeming to have changed from the 1980s only in having Wi-Fi and that thing where the shower has three bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and ??? chained to the wall instead of giving you little bottles and a bar of soap. It was also right next to a Waffle House and a DQ Grill-and-Chill, the latter offering an obvious route for breakfast that we didn't get up early enough to take. We would get cheese curds from there instead, and keep resolving to get the cherry dip cone when we got back from the park, and which we forgot.
The room was surprisingly large, including a small kitchen with a whole counter and extra places to plug things in, a great improvement over what we'd had for Kentucky Kingdom. But it also had a view of the patio, three floors below outside, and for a while we could not avoid hearing loud talking and loud music playing. When we finally had enough I opened the window and looked down and saw ... just a lone guy on his phone sitting out in the relative evening cool. Well, the loud conversation had died down so maybe the music was going to too.
It didn't. Suggestive hours like 11:00 and midnight came and went without the noise changing at all. bunnyhugger anticipated a miserable day ahead, but what could we do? And why wasn't everyone else in the hotel complaining? And where was it coming from? But it just kept going and finally I went out and started walking the halls trying to find who had their TVs on so loud that we couldn't not hear them. bunnyhugger feared for my safety in this but I think the most dangerous thing I did was forget to bring my mask.
The bizarre thing is there wasn't any noise from either room next to us, or across the hall. I ended up walking down to the end of the hall where I could hear a blazingly loud TV playing one of those things the History Channel shows instead of history, and banged on the door until I could ask the guy inside --- who seemed to have fallen asleep to this --- to turn it down. He agreed and soon I could hear ... a racket coming out of the room opposite his. I knocked on that door a bunch and couldn't rouse him, so I went to the front desk to say, whoever it was in room (I forget) had apparently left and left the TV on excessively loud. They called the room, getting no answer, and took a note that would go to someone, to do something about this, somehow.
But two rattling TVs at the end of the hallway isn't a very logical reason for why we should be hearing anything; even bad hotel soundproofing isn't that bad. Finally I put the pieces together and went out to go downstairs, where --- indeed --- the room directly below ours had a TV on about 5.6 on the Richter scale. I banged on the door and stood away from it, and the door eventually ... did not open. But a woman's voice on the other side asked what was wrong and I, trying to look small and fatigued and apologetic for it being so blasted late and dealing with this, asked if she could turn the TV down as it was transmitting directly upstairs. She apologized and said of course, and the sound died down, and she never opened the door to speak with me directly.
So we were able to get to sleep, although not without resolving the mystery of why everyone in Kentucky sleeps with the TV too loud for other people to sleep.
No more jack-o-lantern carvings but let's have a bit more of the view of things shortly before Halloween and, more, before Halloweekends at Cedar Point, shall we? Thought you'd like.
Some neighbors of bunnyhugger's parents had some good inflatables, including here a light-up inflatable cerberus, so that's something.
I think the inflatable on the left is the ghost dog from The Nightmare Before Christmas.
Now to some day photos of just ... the colors were looking good in our neighborhood last year, so I wanted to preserve some of that.
I'll let you guess whether this photo of leaves and branches is sideways or not.
Here's the street and some of the rare trees that weren't torn apart by the power company or blown over by the July windstorm.
And here, wow, it looks like a monochrome picture but it's not. The leaves were just like that.
Trivia: By the year 1000 there were sugar industries --- built by Arabian traders on cane originally from India --- in Yemen, Ethiopia, and Zanzibar. Source: Sweets: A History of Temptation, Tim Richardson.
Currently Reading: The Mathematical Radio: Inside the Magic of AM, FM, and Single-Sideband, Paul J Nahin.
