On the road a curious idea for a side project struck me: take pictures of the views from each of our hotel rooms and see what the resulting montage looks like. It would’ve been a much cooler idea if we’d stayed only at the swankiest accommodations with the most breathtaking views outside — say, next to some giant national monuments or rolling New Zealand hills. We’re not affluent enough to stay anywhere we want, but I made our reservations at different price levels for variety and fun just to see what would happen. One of the hotels definitely didn’t disappoint.
Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:
Every year since 1999 my wife Anne and I have taken a trip to a different part of the United States and visited attractions, wonders, and events we didn’t have back home in Indianapolis. From 1999 to 2003 we did so as best friends; from 2004 to the present, as husband and wife. Normally we’ll choose one major locale as our primary objective, drive that-a-way, and concentrate on exploring the vicinity for a few days before retreating.
We crafted this year’s itinerary with a different approach. Instead of choosing one city as a hub, we focused on one of the motifs that’s recurred through several of our trips: grave sites of Presidents of the United States of America. Our 2018 road trip would effectively have the format and feel of a video game side quest — collecting nine American Presidents across ten presidencies, four states, seven days, and 2000 miles…
NIGHT ONE — ERIE, PA: Fairfield Inn by Marriott Erie Millcreek Mall.
Erie is most proud of their campsites along Presque Isle, but camping has never been our thing. If you’re into shopping or having a lot of cheap franchise mealtime options, staying near a mall or in some heavily commercial area is a sensible choice. The surroundings won’t be much to brag about from a visual perspective, though. Mostly we had a view of the hotel next door.
NIGHT TWO — SYRACUSE, NY: Marriott Syracuse Downtown.
Sometimes we stay in the suburbs to save money. Sometimes we’ll stay at a downtown hotel so we can be closer to the action. Or “action”, in Syracuse’s case. Sunday night, everywhere around us was deserted except the festive Indian wedding in the lobby. Our room was several stories up, with an uninspiring view that’s mostly the hotel’s own roof.
NIGHT THREE — ALBANY, NY: Fairfield Inn and Suites by Marriott Albany Downtown.
They gave us such an enormous room, the kind probably reserved for local politicians whenever state government is in session, that I excitedly posted from it live at the time.
NIGHT FOUR — PARSIPPANY, NJ: Hyatt Place Parsippany.
This extended-stay hotel gave us a full kitchen and multiple bedrooms even though there were only two of us. The excessive space was perhaps meant to compensate for the fact that we were in the middle of nowhere, no restaurants or sights for miles around, only highways and forests. The closest we got to a “different” sight were other guests who resembled Real Housewives cast members.
NIGHT FIVE — PHILADELPHIA, PA: Windsor Suites.
On our first Philly foray in 2010, we stayed out in the suburbs in Exton and had to drive miles into the city through wretched rush-hour traffic squashed into far too few lanes. I resolved early in the planning process we weren’t doing that again. Instead we holed up in a skyscraper getaway off Benjamin Franklin Parkway — down the street from City Hall, multiple parks, and, as previously shared, several billion statues and sculptures. The price was surprisingly competitive and the decor flourished after a multimillion-dollar renovation completed earlier in 2018.
Our room was a couple dozen stories up and featured an open-air balcony. We didn’t have to settle for peering through the glass. We could step out into fresh air and take in the sights and sounds of the City of Brotherly Love itself. Well, I could, anyway. Anne isn’t a big fan of heights.
NIGHT SIX — MONROEVILLE, PA: Courtyard by Marriott Pittsburgh Monroeville.
Full disclosure: our first choice for a grand finale was the Omni William Penn in downtown Pittsburgh, where we’d had a fabulous time the year before. Sadly, they were booked solid that evening, months in advance. Annoyingly rebuffed, instead we chose to end on a note of budget over luxury. Our final hotel of the trip was up on a hill invisible to westbound traffic, with a steep, narrow driveway and trees surrounding us, obscuring the rest of the outlying suburban area. This was no Omni.
To be continued!
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