Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Drunk Guy in the Lodge - Video

TALES OF A WAYSIDE INNKEEPER - VOL. 3  
"Drunk Guy in the Lodge"



"Tales of a Wayside Innkeeper"
a spoof on Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's
Tales of a Wayside Inn
By: Dee Plucinski
Hello new readers!!

This blog is written to entertain and amuse - we highlight the funny and absurd happenings here at The Spruce Lodge in South Fork, Colorado.  When your doors are always open and anyone can walk in at any time you never know what is going to happen.  We have some FABULOUS stories!! So make sure you subscribe and follow our nonsense.  Everyone needs a good laugh now and then.



'Twas a sunny Sunday afternoon at the end of April in 2013.  It was the last day of the season at Wolf Creek Ski Area and the tailgate parties in the ski area parking lot had been going strong all day.   As the day wore on, the parties moved into town and the bar next door was a happening place.  We were sitting in the lobby watching a movie with our kiddos when THIS happened.  Watch the video below!


Just another day in Paradise!!!


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Dee and Rob Plucinski are the proud owners of The Spruce Lodge in South Fork, Colorado.  Please visit our website at www.sprucelodges.com

In addition to great stories, we also have amazing hotel rooms, cozy cabins and a beautiful 4 room bed & breakfast listed on the National Register of Historic Places.  Fun, unique lodging in a family style atmosphere.  "Enter as strangers, Leave as friends."  That's just how we roll.

See our video here  :http://vimeo.com/34317852

This summer "Our guests raft free!"  That's right, stay 3 or more nights at our regular rates and raft the Rio Grande river for free!  Fish, hike, bike and enjoy the mountains from The Spruce Lodge - your perfect Southern Colorado base camp.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Tales of a Wayside Innkeeper - Vol.2

"Tales of a Wayside Innkeeper"
a spoof on Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's
Tales of a Wayside Inn
By: Dee Plucinski
It was Valentines day and Love was in the air. The lights were turned low in the Lobby and a merry fire crackled in the grate. A recent snowstorm had blanketed the town with soft, white, fluffy snow and the Lodge was full of powder hounds, mostly affluent young couples from Denver and Boulder, here for a romantic ski weekend.  Several  of these couples sat around the fire sharing a bottle of fine wine and enjoying the comfortable, cozy atmosphere.  It was truly a beautiful evening.

Outside, the howling storm had passed and a glorious full moon lit the way for our last arriving reservation.   Another young couple in love, another romantic ski getaway, another routine check-in. 

I was at the front desk with the woman, getting her registered, giving her information on breakfast, wireless internet and the like when her husband struggled into the lobby weighed down with suitcases and ski gear.  I gave him the key to the room and directed him to the South Fork Suite upstairs on the left.  He lightened his load by dropping a couple of the smaller bags and two pillows on the couch before heading up the lobby staircase to their room. 




Just as we were finished with check-in, Rob (my husband) entered the lobby from the kitchen.  He chatted with the woman for a minute, asked about their drive down from the city and welcomed her to the Lodge before picking up the two bags from the couch and offering to carry them to her room.  I told him which suite they were in and he headed up the stairs.  She picked up the pillows and followed him.

 
Down the hall on the left, Rob knocked softly on the door of the South Fork Suite and entered.  He certainly didn't expect to see Mr. Husband lying on the bed all sexy-like wearing nothing but one of our small decorative throw pillows.  At that moment, Rob experienced the second full moon of the evening as mortified Mr. Husband grabbed his pillow/loincloth and rolled off the other side of the bed.  Mrs. Wife walked in just in time to see her husband's bare booty do a barrel roll off the side and hit the wood floor with a resounding crash.

Rob said "excuse me," set the bags on the bed and backed out of the room.  Mrs. Wife was crimson and laughing hysterically.  Mr. husband was not visible. 

For those familiar with the Lodge, you will know that a man rolling off the bed in an upstairs guest room will sound much like a wrecking ball coming through the ceiling of the lobby.  The old wood floors creak and squeak with every step.  Poor Rob was met with a hundred questions when he made his way down the stairs, but he didn't say a word, just waved and went into the kitchen.

 

A few minutes later, after regaining his composure, Rob came back into the lobby and told us all it was simply a heavy suitcase falling off the bed.   Heavy, yes.  Suitcase.... um, No.
 
Now YOU know the rest of the story.





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Dee and Rob Plucinski are the proud owners of The Spruce Lodge in South Fork, Colorado.  Please visit our website at www.sprucelodges.com
 
In addition to great stories, we also have amazing hotel rooms, cozy cabins and a beautiful 4 room bed & breakfast listed on the National Register of Historic Places.  Fun, unique lodging in a family style atmosphere.  "Enter as strangers, Leave as friends."  That's just how we roll.
 
See our video here  :http://vimeo.com/34317852

This summer "Our guests raft free!"  That's right, stay 3 or more nights at our regular rates and raft the Rio Grande river for free!  Fish, hike, bike and enjoy the mountains from The Spruce Lodge - your perfect Southern Colorado base camp.


Sunday, March 10, 2013

Tales of a Wayside Innkeeper

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As ancient is this hostelry
As any in the land may be,
Built in the old Colonial day,
When men lived in a grander way,
With ampler hospitality;

A kind of old Hobgoblin Hall,

Now somewhat fallen to decay,
With weather-stains upon the wall,
And stairways worn, and crazy doors,
And creaking and uneven floors,
And chimneys huge, and tiled and tall.
 
 

--Tales of a Wayside Inn
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1863
 
 
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I'd like to tell you a story.  Several stories, actually.  I'd like to tell you of my travels to exotic locations and tell you wild tales of daring adventures in all corners of the globe.  I'd like to regale you with descriptions of foreign foods and unusual drink under starry skies in places you have never heard of.  But, alas, I can not spin these tales for you, my friend, because I am not a world traveler, nor do I participate in exotic adventures in unknown lands.  In fact, I rarely travel at all, instead the world brings its stories to my doorstep.
 
I am an Innkeeper. 
 
Known as the third oldest profession in the history of man (preceded only by prostitution and politics), the legacy of the innkeeper is ancient and honored. (Probably because we give professions #1 and #2 a place to do business without drawing public ire.)

Ahh the people we've met and the stories I have to tell you.  But, goodness, where are my manners!  Allow me to pull a chair near the fire for you.  Set your weary feet to rest near the flames and enjoy a glass of wine.  We will let the storms rage outside, let the branches on the old pines grow heavy with snow and we will watch the flames dance as the wintry winds bluster and bully the merry blaze in the hearth before us.  Relax, my friend and settle in.  The night is young and my stories are many. 

Where would you like to start?  Stories of inebriated guests?  Tales of black bears and coyotes?  Chronicles of our ghostly encounters with people who aren't really there?  How about a simple one to start out.

'Twas a dark and stormy night, long, long ago.....

Not really.  Actually it was a Saturday afternoon in June 2011 when I found this......

 
That's a full beer.  Cold too.  There's a story here, I just don't know what it is.  Sigh.  If these old walls could talk.
 
Stay tuned - follow our blog - and I will share with you the stories of our lives as innkeepers at The Spruce Lodge in South Fork, Co.  We have many and most are quite funny.  Some make you question the future of the human race, others will make you cringe, still others will make you very, very glad you have chosen NOT to be an innkeeper. 
 
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Dee and Rob Plucinski are the proud owners of The Spruce Lodge in South Fork, Colorado.  Please visit our website at www.sprucelodges.com
 
In addition to great stories, we also have amazing hotel rooms, cozy cabins and a beautiful 4 room bed & breakfast listed on the National Register of Historic Places.  Fun, unique lodging in a family style atmosphere.  "Enter as strangers, Leave as friends."  That's just how we roll.
 
See our video here  :http://vimeo.com/34317852

 


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Dee and Rob Plucinski are the proud owners of The Spruce Lodge in South Fork, Colorado. Please visit our website www.sprucelodges.com