William L.
Yelp
Back in the 1940's when Gauchos were (short) men and women knew their place ;) (ouch, hey, lay off, didn't you see the smiley?) a couple would tie up their horses at the El Rancho Motel, sleep in beds the size of apple crates and hold square dances in the bathroom. These days, however, super-sized Nordamericanos park their Escalades at the renamed Dunsmuir Lodge, duck to get through the door and wonder why they can barely squeeze into the bathroom. Nevertheless, this is a very nice "lodge" (meaning a place to stay) so please support small local hard-working businesses and give them your credit card.
Our unit #6 was very nicely re-decorated and crammed with all the necessary amenities: table, desk, 2 chairs, bureau, TV, fridge, ceiling fan-light, closet, night lamps with real shades, Mr Coffee and a log bed so big that my mate and I had to call each other on cell phones to arrange to meet in the middle when we wanted to "snuggle." I could not locate the Bible.
More plusses include a steep back forty where, if your kids roll down this hill and onto a passing Amtrak train, the back seat of the Escalade will be much quieter for the rest of the trip. I like the box of rags by the Coke machine with the sign "Use these clothes to wipe down your Rottweiler or greasy Harley instead of the white towels in your room or you'll be charged." Oops, better stop polishing the Caddy.