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Trucks all night long, the rager down the hall, and "you call that food?"——not one of these were an issue in this friendly, wonderfully relaxed, royally curated, riverside inn. I was even granted license to strum a few bars on the innkeep’s upscale guitar. Our only regret was the brevity of our stay, as we were en route to The Cabot Trail. Between the conversations with Steve, nightly live music at The Red Shoe Pub, and an eagle-populated, packed-cinder walking path upriver, we could have stayed a week…, or a lifetime. Maybe next time around.