Trinidad's BEST Kept Secret: Tower 64 Motel & RV!
Tower 64 Motel & RV: Trinidad's "Secret" That Really Shouldn't Be (A Review)
Okay, let's be real. Trinidad, Colorado. It's not exactly Aspen. But that's precisely the charm, right? And if you're heading that way, you absolutely, positively HAVE to consider a stay at Tower 64 Motel & RV. I mean, it's Trinidad's… whispers… BEST KEPT SECRET. (Though after this, maybe not so much.)
First Impressions (and a confession):
Pulling up, I'll admit, I had some… reservations. Let's just say the exterior isn't exactly screaming "boutique hotel." But hey, beauty is more than skin deep, am I right? Turns out, inside is where the magic happens. And honestly? The fact that it doesn't have a dazzling, overly-slick façade kinda makes it cooler. It’s real.
Accessibility & Comfort (Big Ups!)
Right off the bat, I have to salute Tower 64 for making accessibility a priority. Wheelchair accessible throughout? YES. The elevator is a lifesaver after a long drive. They've really thought about it. Facilities for disabled guests are definitely in place, which is huge for inclusivity. (And you know what? It's just nice to see.)
Rooms: Cozy, Clean, and Connected (and a minor confession)
My room? Let's just say it was a sanctuary after a day of exploring. The air conditioning was a godsend (and crucial in the Colorado heat!). The blackout curtains? Chef’s kiss. Totally blocked out the sun for some serious, restorative sleep. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Yes! And it worked. No dropped connections, no buffering… a miracle! And hey, the complimentary tea and coffee/tea maker meant I didn't have to leave the room for a caffeine fix. Score! The bedding was clean and crisp, the linens felt good. The desk was perfect – I could actually get some work done without hunching over a tiny table (a real luxury!). Room cleanliness was also spot on, with fresh towels, and plenty of toiletries, and the daily housekeeping was a plus.
Speaking of the room, I also noticed the smoke detector and fire extinguisher, safety/security feature. Safety comes first. Everything was in place in the room to make me feel comfortable.
Food, Glorious Food (and a serious recommendation)
Okay, let's talk food. The breakfast options at Tower 64 are surprisingly good. You can have breakfast in room. You can grab breakfast takeaway service. They have a coffee shop where you can have a coffee/tea in restaurant. They can prepare all that you need for a great way to start the day.
Dining, Drinking & Snacking (Where the Fun Happens!)
While there's no full-blown Michelin-star restaurant on-site, the options are good. The fact they even have a bar and poolside bar is great. You can chill with your choice of cocktail. They have some happy hour options. Plus, you're in Trinidad! Venture out and explore the local flavor.
Relaxation & Rejuvenation (and the best part…)
Alright, this is where Tower 64 really shines. Though the spa might be a dream, you can still find relaxation in the comfort of the rooms with the massage available. I definitely have to give a huge shoutout to the Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]. Picture this: After a long day exploring Trinidad, you can take a dip a pool under the sky! It was the perfect way to relax and unwind.
Now, here's a little story. I got a bit… sunburnt (oops). And they had first aid kit. It was a lifesaver.
Hygiene & Safety (They’re Definitely Trying)
Let’s be honest – in these crazy times, safety is everyone’s top priority. Tower 64 gets it. They’re doing the things. Hand sanitizer everywhere, staff trained in safety protocol, and daily disinfection in common areas. They're even employing anti-viral cleaning products.
Services & Conveniences (Because Life’s Easier That Way!)
The concierge actually gave me some great local tips. They have a convenience store which is really useful, and a laundry service. They have Daily housekeeping, doorman, and luggage storage.
Getting Around (Easy Peasy!)
They have car park [free of charge]! Free parking! And a car park [on-site] for your convenience!
For the Kids (Family-Friendly Fun)
I didn't have any kids with me, but the fact they have babysitting service and are listed as family/child friendly gives it extra props, I think.
The Nitty Gritty (and the Minor Gripes)
- Internet services in the room were a bit slow at times. But it's Trinidad, okay? Not every place has fiber optic.
- No gym/fitness. And no fitness center, which is a downside if you want to maintain your gym routine as you don't have one in the facilities.
Overall…
Tower 64 isn't perfect. But that's the beauty of it. It's genuine, it's comfortable, and it's got a certain… je ne sais quoi. It's the kind of place that makes you feel like you're discovering something a little bit special. A little bit secret.
The Offer (Because You REALLY Need to Book Now)
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Get the experience of staying in a unique place, with the best service, and lots of fun.
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Why Tower 64? Because, Seriously, You Deserve This.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this ain't your sanitized travel brochure experience. We're diving headfirst into the wild, wild West… or at least, the somewhat less wild, slightly-dusty West of Trinidad, Colorado, and our base camp? The Tower 64 Motel & RV. Don't expect the Ritz, expect… well, you'll see. This is my trip, and you're just along for the ride (or, more accurately, the slightly bumpy, frequently-delayed Greyhound leg).
Day 1: Arrival, Anxiety, and the Allure of the Neon Sign
- 1:00 PM (ish): Arrive in Trinidad, CO. After a godawful Greyhound ride (seriously, those seats are designed by sadists), I tumble out, tasting the freedom of the open air. Okay, maybe it tastes like exhaust fumes and tumbleweeds, but STILL. First impression of Trinidad? Brown. Vast brown. And, unexpectedly, a church on nearly every corner. Is this a town with a soul, or just a town with a lot of guilt? Jury's still out.
- 1:30 PM: Check into Tower 64. The website photos, of course, lied. It's…rustic. Let's call it that. The "RV" part is definitely more "RV" than "Motel," if you catch my drift. A quick internal debate ensues: do I burst into hysterical laughter, or just quietly cry in the aggressively patterned bedspread? Opt for a bit of both. The air conditioning unit sounds like a dying walrus. I start unpacking, trying to find a way to love the faded pictures on the wall, I even try naming the little flower on the window, and the tiny table. (Still working on the names)
- 2:00 PM: Attempt to find WiFi. Fail. Spectacularly. This is going to be a digital detox, whether I like it or not. My phone is a brick. My connection to the outside world is… a flickering neon sign for Tower 64. Speaking of which…
- 2:30 PM: Obsessively stare at the neon sign. It's a majestic, faded spectacle of hope. It's also probably older than I am. Half of the letters are burned out, and if I read this is in Morse code, I could have a whole different story. It blinks erratically, like a tipsy cowboy winking at you. I find myself entranced. I ponder its message. Is it beckoning me in? Or is it just a warning? (Spoiler alert: probably both.)
- 3:00 PM: Wander to the nearest little shop. I need snacks. I'll grab some local pastries and try them.
- 3:30 PM: Back at the Tower 64, the walrus is still wheezing. I get to start my journal.
- 4:00 PM: I decide to stroll. I want to get some real local food, not something I've seen online.
- 5:00 PM: Back from my walk. I start unpacking my grocery.
- 6:00 PM: I relax, reading my book.
- 7:00 PM: I start preparing for the next journey.
- 8:00 PM: Bed to sleep.
Day 2: A Day in History, With a Side of Mild Panic.
- 9:00 AM: Wake up to the rhythmic thump-thump of the walrus's last gasp. Breakfast: instant oatmeal, consumed while staring at that damn neon sign. Still mesmerized. Wonder if it’s judging me. Probably.
- 10:00 AM: Venture into Trinidad's historic downtown. Eureka! The architecture is actually pretty cool. Spanish influence is everywhere, old brick buildings are a treat for the eyes. I am really not a huge history buff, but I found myself surprisingly drawn in.
- 11:00 AM: Lunch at a local diner. "The Lunch Box". I order up some pancakes and sausages. They are delicious
- 12:00 PM: Visit the local museum. The exhibits are old, but are well preserved.
- 1:00 PM: After the museum, I needed to take a walk. The museum was so interesting, it was kinda overwhelming.
- 2:00 PM: Back at the Tower 64. Take a nap.
- 3:00 PM: Start thinking about the evening meal. It'll probably be a burger, but even thinking about it gets me.
- 4:00 PM: I get the idea to sit in front of the neon sign, again. I can't help it.
- 5:00 PM: Dinner.
Day 3: The Great Outdoors (and My Own, Mildly Pathetic Attempts At It).
- 9:00 AM: The walrus survives the night. Miraculously. Decide I'm going to embrace the "RV" part of the equation.
- 10:00 AM: Load up my sad little daypack (water, a sad sandwich, and a sense of impending doom) and head to the park, the goal: a hike, a connection with nature, a transformation into a rugged individual.
- 11:00 AM: I meet up with the hiking guide. He is like a walking dictionary of all kinds of plants and animals. I tried to be interested, but my feet hurt.
- 12:00 AM: Back at the Tower 64. Take a long shower.
- 1:00 PM: Back in my room, with the walrus. I tried to turn the air conditioner off, but it wouldn't.
- 2:00 PM: I decided to walk around the RV parks. I went to meet some folks, but they look at me with a weird look.
- 3:00 PM: I decided to stay in my room, and watch my TV.
- 4:00 PM: I'm thinking about the neon sign again, but I try to stay away.
- 5:00 PM: Dinner at my room.
Day 4: Neon Sign Day!
- 9:00 AM: I woke up. I feel better.
- 10:00 AM: I decided to walk around. I found a thrift shop near the motel.
- 11:00 AM: I walked a lot! I feel more tired.
- 12:00 AM: Back to my room.
- 1:00 PM: I decided, maybe I'm not doing so well. I am sure I will be ok, but the thing is, I'm not ok. I want to feel some joy.
- 2:00 PM: I walk to the neon sign. I have to know. I have to understand the sign. The sign is now the only constant in my life.
- 3:00 PM: I sit against it. I try to feel something.
- 4:00 PM: I meditate near the sign. The sign is my guide.
- 5:00 PM: I stare at it.
- 6:00 PM: I write about it in my journal.
- 7:00 PM: I feel better now that I understand the sign.
- 8:00 PM: Bed to sleep.
Day 5: Departure (and a Bittersweet Farewell to the Walrus and the Neon Sign)
- 9:00 AM: Last breakfast with the walrus. He's wheezing a little less today. Maybe he's getting used to me, too.
- 10:00 AM: Pack. Mentally prepare for the brutal Greyhound ride.
- 11:00 AM: One last, lingering look at the sign. It flickers. Is it winking? I think it's winking. What was it trying to say? Don't know. Don't care.
- 11:30 AM: Check out of Tower 64. Leave a note in the office: "The walrus will be missed." (Maybe. Probably not.)
- 12:00 PM: Walk to the Greyhound station.
- 1:00 PM: Wait for the Greyhound.
- 2:00 PM: Greyhound leaves.
- End of Trip: Now I am on the road.
Final Thoughts: Trinidad, you were dusty, you were quirky, and you were definitely not what I expected. The Tower 64 was an experience, a monument to faded glory, and a reminder that sometimes, the journey is more important than the destination (especially when the destination is a bus station). Would I go back? Maybe. Just to see if the neon sign is still winking. And to check on the walrus.
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1. Ugh, Why Did I Think Gardening Was A Good Idea?!
Okay, real talk. Remember that Pinterest board? The one with the perfect sunflowers and the pristine raised beds? Yeah, that's what got me. I was envisioning myself, sun-kissed and content, gently harvesting heirloom tomatoes while whistling a jaunty tune. The reality? Currently wrestling a zucchini plant that's trying to take over the entire back yard. Seriously, it's like a leafy green Godzilla.
Honestly, the initial *spark* was probably the pandemic loneliness. Thought I could commune with nature. Now I commune with slugs. And weeds. So. Many. Weeds. It's a love/hate relationship, I guess. *Mostly* hate, if I'm being totally honest. But hey, at least I'm *outside*... right?
2. So, What *Actually* Happened When You Started Planting Stuff?
Okay, so Phase One: The "Everything's Gonna Be Amazing" Phase. I got all the cute little seed packets, the adorable trowel, the ridiculously optimistic watering can. I even meticulously measured out the spacing for my... well, everything. Carrots! Radishes! Cilantro (which, I've since learned, I hate the taste of, go figure). Then? Nothing. Absolutely. Nothing. For, like, weeks.
Then the *weeds* appeared. OMG, they were practically taunting me. Thriving while my precious arugula seedlings looked like they were about to keel over from existential despair. I spent hours on my knees, pulling them, muttering under my breath (lots of expletives involved). It felt like a never-ending battle. I swear, those weeds are secretly sentient. They're probably laughing at me right now.
Oh, and remember the "adorable trowel"? It's now rusty and buried somewhere in a forgotten corner of the garden. Let's just say I quickly realized I’m *not* a delicate trowel kind of gardener. I’m more of a “shovel and sheer willpower” kind of person.
3. What About the First Triumphs? Anything… *Actually* Grow?
Okay, here’s a confession. There *was* a moment of sheer, unadulterated joy. My *cherry tomatoes*. Tiny, bursting with sun-kissed flavour, little jewels of perfection. I ate them straight off the vine, juice dribbling down my chin, and felt… well, a tiny bit like a gardening guru. For approximately five minutes. Then the tomato hornworms showed up, and they proceeded to eat half my crop, again.
So, triumph? Yes. But also… constant vigilance. And bug spray. Lots of bug spray. And a healthy dose of acceptance that nature is, shall we say *unpredictable*? Look, I swear I spend more time squishing bugs than actually *gardening* sometimes.
4. Slugs. Tell Me About the Slugs.
I warned you. The slugs. They're… the enemy. Like, actual, slimy, plant-munching villains. They're everywhere. They look innocent enough, but they're relentless. I tried everything. Beer traps (which just seemed to create a slug party). Diatomaceous earth (messy and slightly terrifying). Even a tiny, grumpy rubber chicken. Nothing works. I spend my evenings now just picking them off the plants with a tiny hand shovel, and I feel like an assassin more than a gardener.
Honestly, if I ever meet the slug who started this trend, I'm going to… okay I should probably stop there before I get arrested. But let's just say, the slugs are a major component to the overall "why did I do this?" feeling.
5. What's the biggest lesson you’ve learned so far?
Patience. And a *lot* of it. Also, don't trust Pinterest. Seriously. And maybe, just maybe, embrace the chaos. And the slugs. Okay, maybe don’t embrace the slugs.
Oh, and I've learned that gardening is hard. Like, *really* hard. The amount of work involved is astonishing. The number of things that can go wrong is even more astonishing. But at the end of the day? Harvesting those few perfect tomatoes… seeing a tiny sprout emerge from the soil… it’s worth it. Honestly, I think. Maybe. Okay, *sometimes* it’s worth it. Don’t judge me. I'm still learning.
6. So, Would You Recommend Gardening?
Hmmm… that’s a tough one. If you're easily discouraged, easily defeated by slugs, and prefer your veggies pre-washed and perfectly arranged in a grocery store? Maybe not.
But if you're up for a challenge, enjoy getting your hands dirty (literally), and don’t mind a few setbacks (and a near-constant battle against the forces of nature)? Then go for it! But be warned: it’s addictive. And expensive. And you'll probably end up spending more time cursing at the weeds than actually smelling the roses.
Still, there's a weird satisfaction in pulling a carrot out of the ground with your own hands (even if it's misshapen and covered in dirt). And that, my friends, is what it's all about. Right? I think so. Mostly. Send help. And bug spray.
7. What's Up with the Zucchini?
Don't even get me STARTED on the zucchini. It's trying to escape! Every day, I swear, it's doubled in size. I had ONE plant. ONE! It's producing five zucchinis at the same time. FIVE! I've given them away, roasted them, put them in cakes... I'm running out of ideas. I might just have to start a zucchini-based blog. Or build a zucchini raft and sail away. That's how overgrown it is.
I'm also wondering if I can use it as a weapon. The whole garden’s a jungle. I'm pretty sure I'll need machetes. And therapy.
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