Every now and again when you’re travelling, you manage to find a place where you really feel comfortable, a home away from home if you will.
Steve and Jake and I found just such a place last summer when we visited Wolfeboro, the New Hampshire town I wrote about here last week. We stayed on the outskirts of town at the Lake Motel, a wonderful little place with it’s own beach and an old-fashioned diner just up the hill. It was within walking distance or a very short ride of the main part of town.
The Lake Motel was truly wonderful. From the moment I walked into the room, I was smitten. I can’t say exactly what it was — the place just had a feeling and the room was airy and clean and relaxing. A big bonus was a walk-in closet because, honestly, by that point in our travels I was getting a little tired of staring at saddlebags and roll bags all the time and being able to stow the bike gear out of sight was an odd and welcome bonus.
The grounds of the motel were fantastic. There was a huge back lawn that led to the beach area, complete with a little gazebo off to one side and a sort of cabana on the other. There was a lovely little beach with a wooden wharf and there were canoes and kayaks for guests’ use. Jake, of course, was completely enamoured of the beach. We spent hours there over a couple of days with him wading in and out of the water, watching as Steve and I took turns swimming in the lake. Our boy also enjoyed rolling around on the beach, but he was less than thrilled when it came time to wash off the sand before heading back to the room.
Our RoadDog also really enjoyed walking up the hill to the diner, which had a nice little ice cream bar on one side. Our little family does enjoy ice cream, especially on a hot summer day.
And Jake and I made a rather interesting discovery while we were staying there. He quite enjoys basketball. There was a court off the driveway where Jake and I wandered at one point. I couldn’t resist the urge to grab a basketball and take a shot, which quite fascinated our RoadDog. From that point forward, every time he got near the court he had to chase basketballs around on the surface. It was all pretty entertaining.
Imagine, a would-be basketball player with five-inch legs.