Escape to Show Low: Your Perfect Days Inn Getaway!
Escape to Show Low: My Slightly Messy, Mostly Pleasant, Days Inn Getaway (and Why I Needed a Nap Afterward)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the beans (and maybe a little coffee) on my recent stay at the Days Inn in Show Low, Arizona. Forget those polished, perfect hotel reviews you usually read. This is the real deal. From the slightly wonky Wi-Fi to the surprisingly decent (yes, really!) pool with a view, I'm taking you on a rollercoaster of my personal Show Low adventure.
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The Arrival & The Initial "Whoa, This is… Fine" Moment (Accessibility & First Impressions)
Okay, let's be real, Show Low isn't the hottest destination, but it's got its charm. And the Days Inn? Well, it's got its…thing. First off, the accessibility was actually pretty good. I need to give them props there. Wheelchair access was readily available - ramps, elevators, the whole shebang. Not flawless, mind you. The automatic doors weren’t always super reliable, which, at one point, meant I was stuck waiting forever while the wind tried to slam the door in my face. But, overall, thumbs up for effort.
The exterior corridor setup… I’m not a huge fan. It makes you feel like you’re somehow exposed, like you're living in a motel in an old film noir. But, hey, at least it has an air of “mystery” to it, I guess? shrugs
The Room: Sanctuary or Just a Place to Crash? (Rooms, Amenities & The Imperfect Internet)
My room? Standard issue. Air conditioning (thank God!), a comfy enough bed (extra-long, even!), and a working coffee/tea maker. The desk was a bit rickety, which I blame on the ghost of a long-forgotten traveling salesman. I was pleasantly surprised to find complimentary tea (Earl Grey, my poison!). Not gonna lie, I’m a sucker for a good tea selection.
The Wi-Fi… ah, the Wi-Fi. They advertise Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! (and they're not wrong) which is great, but the actual performance? Let's just say I had a lot of time to contemplate the meaning of life while waiting for a YouTube video to buffer. There's also Internet access – LAN, but I spent so much time trying to get the Wi-Fi working, I didn't even bother.
The Bathroom: A shower & bathtub setup. The shower pressure was…adequate. Nothing to write home about, but it got the job done, and that's about all I need. The bathroom phone? Completely relic. Who even uses a bathroom phone anymore? Aside from that, the hair dryer (thankfully!) was powerful enough to dry my hair – which is a huge plus for me. Don't get me started on bad hotel hairdryers - it is a pet peeve.
Cleanliness is Next to… Well, Decent (Cleanliness & Safety)
Okay, this is where the Days Inn really shone. Cleanliness was top-notch. The room was spotless. I had my doubts at first, but I saw staff cleaning every day. I’m a bit of a germaphobe. The room sanitization opt-out available option was there. You know, just in case you were one of those people (which I'm not!). They’re taking what they can to keep you safe and it shows.
They had a bunch of precautions, including anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, and rooms sanitized between stays. It made me feel a little more secure, which is the best you can ask for. The fire extinguisher, smoke alarms, and smoke detector all seemed to be in working order, too.
Spa-tastic Delights (or Lack Thereof) & Other Ways to Chill
Now, the Days Inn Show Low isn’t exactly a luxury spa retreat. There was no spa, no sauna, no steamroom, no body scrub, no body wrap, no massage. Basically, no pampering. But, it did have a swimming pool!
The Pool Experience:
This is where things get interesting. The pool wasn’t just a pool. It had character. I mean, it had a pool with a view of the surrounding hills. It offered a surprising sense of calm. Dipping into the swimming pool [outdoor] was a relief, mainly since the air was pretty dry. It was a welcome respite, and actually pretty dang relaxing.
Forget the Gym (Fitness Center)
They do have a fitness center which I peeked into but didn't dare use, mostly because I saw too much of myself in the mirror. Let's just say I preferred my usual workout: napping.
Dining, Drinking, and the Quest for Caffeine (Restaurants and Things to Eat)
Dining Options: I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. Days Inn isn't known for Michelin-star dining. But they do offer a breakfast [buffet].
Breakfast [Buffet]: It was classic buffet fare – cereal, continental style, the usual suspects, with enough of everything to fuel you for the day. I snagged some coffee/tea in restaurant and the breakfast service was decent. I didn't bother with the Asian breakfast.
Restaurants: None. Room service [24-hour]? Nope.
The Bar: No bar. This entire section required a lot of outside travel – which is where my hunger led me. Oh, and for the record, there was no happy hour either.
The Snack Bar: There was, however, a convenience store on site. It was pretty basic, but it was okay.
Services and Conveniences: The Good, the Bad, and the Indescribable
Services and Conveniences: Here’s a smattering of the other things I noticed:
- Air conditioning in public area (thank heavens!).
- Cash withdrawal.
- Concierge - didn't bother, not my thing.
- Daily housekeeping, like clockwork and totally dependable.
- Dry cleaning and laundry service - fine, but not used.
But then there's this:
- Food delivery: Not mentioned.
- Gift/souvenir shop: Not mentioned.
- Ironing service: Mentioned, but not used.
- Luggage storage: Okay, but a little slow.
- Meeting/banquet facilities (if you're into that sort of thing).
- Smoking area (yay, I guess, if you're into that).
For the Kids
No kids' facilities, but the family/child-friendly atmosphere was definitely there.
Getting Around
Car park [free of charge]: Check. Easy parking. Taxi service: Noted, but didn’t use.
The Emotional Verdict (My Rambling Conclusion)
Look, the Days Inn Show Low is not the Four Seasons. It's a solid, clean, and reasonably priced option in the area. It’s not going to blow your mind with luxury, but it gets the job done. It’s got a charm all of its own. I'd go again.
More importantly, I got the rest I needed. The pool was a godsend. The clean room was a welcome change. Did I mention I took a nap afterward? I did. And it was glorious. And that, my friends, is all that truly matters.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into… Days Inn by Wyndham, Show Low, Arizona. Yeah, I know, glamorous, right? Let's see if we can wrestle some excitement out of this beige landscape.
Day 1: Arrival and…Existential Dread in the Parking Lot?
- 1:00 PM: Arrived at Phoenix Sky Harbor. The airport, as always, felt like a giant petri dish of humanity, and I was already regretting my choice to wear those slightly too tight jeans. The rental car process was a nightmare. The guy at the counter looked like he hadn't slept in a week and proceeded to upsell me on the "premium tire protection" like it was the literal elixir of life. Finally, the escape from that chaos. First stop- Gas station and the mandatory Diet Coke for the road trip.
- 3:00 PM: Driving through the desert. Miles and miles of… well, desert. It’s beautiful, I guess. In a sun-baked, existential dread kind of way. I was pondering the meaning of life, the universe, and whether I had remembered to pack enough snacks. I should have gotten the beef jerky. The silence of the car. It's really starting to get to me.
- 5:30 PM: Checked into the Days Inn. The lobby smelled faintly of chlorine and… disappointment. The front desk clerk, bless her heart, was a sweet lady but seemed genuinely surprised anyone had actually booked a room. "Oh, a reservation? Well, isn't that nice," she chuckled, like I'd just won the lottery by simply showing up. The room… well, let's just say it's seen better days. The floral bedspread looks like it belongs in a museum of forgotten interior design, which, actually, might be kind of interesting. I really needed a vacation and the walls are literally calling to me.
- 6:00 PM: Ordered pizza. Classic. It was fine. Pizza is always fine, especially when you're alone, slightly sunburned, and the only entertainment option is the local news featuring a squirrel that keeps stealing pecans.
- 7:00 PM: Staring at the TV. And the remote - it looks like it went through a war, complete with visible bite marks (kids, probably). I watched the news about the squirrel. Why do I find this so fascinating? Is this what my life has come to? I can't help but think that this is what heaven is going to be like.
- 8:30 PM: The bed. The bed is actually pretty comfortable. Surprising.
Day 2: Embracing the Show Low "Experience" (Or: Why I Should Have Packed Better Walking Shoes)
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast. The "complimentary" breakfast was more like a suggestion. The "coffee" tasted suspiciously like hot water with a hint of sadness. I had a stale donut and plotted my escape to a real cafe.
- 9:00 AM: I set sights on the local "sights." This is where the trip started to become a comedy of errors. First stop: the library. I'm a sucker for a good library, even a small-town one. It was closed. "Gone Fishin'," the sign said. Seriously? In a library? Next.
- 10:00 AM: Decided to hike. The trail was allegedly "easy." Lies! I swear, the "easy" trails in these parts are designed to break the ankles of unsuspecting tourists like myself. I huffed and puffed my way to the top of a minor hill, where I was rewarded with a breathtaking view of… more hills. And some cows. Beautiful cows, but cows nonetheless. I was starting to feel like I was actually in a documentary about my own life.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch: Found a diner. A classic, greasy-spoon diner. The kind where the waitress calls you "honey" and the coffee is strong enough to raise the dead. I had a burger and fries, and I felt a surge of pure, unadulterated happiness. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why I travel!
- 1:00 PM: Back to the room. I'm exhausted. The bed is calling my name.
- 3:00 PM: Pool! The pool at the Days Inn. It wasn't exactly the Ritz-Carlton. The water was cool, a kid had a small amount of water in his mouth at all times and the chairs were slightly sticky, but hey, it was wet. I felt like i knew what relaxing felt like. I was starting to care less and less about the slightly stained bedspread and more about the fact that I was currently bobbing in a pool, in Arizona.
- 5:00 PM: Dinner and the sunset. Ate at a restaurant, where the steak was okay, but the sunset was glorious. The sky was a riot of color, and for a brief moment, I forgot all about the existential dread and the slightly sticky pool chairs.
- 7:00 PM: Back to the room. This is where I start to feel the weight of being alone. I'm a bad writer, but it's the best I can do.
Day 3: The Ghost of a Trip (Or: I Need More Caffeine)
- 8:00 AM: Another "complimentary" breakfast. I may have started to resent the stale donuts. I swear, there's a conspiracy to make the donuts intentionally bad here.
- 9:00 AM: Attempted more sightseeing, but after the library and the near-death experience on the "easy" trail, I was feeling apathetic. Drove around for a bit. Saw a whole bunch of nothing.
- 11:00 AM: Realized I was utterly, gloriously, and completely bored. A deep, soul-crushing boredom. I needed something, anything, to break the monotony.
- 12:00 PM: Found a little antique store. Bingo. The place was crammed with dusty treasures and the sweet, musty smell of forgotten things. I spent an hour rummaging around, feeling like I'd stumbled upon a secret. Ended up buying a chipped ceramic cat that probably cost a nickel in 1950. Worth every penny.
- 2:00 PM: Back to the room. The cat is on the bedside table. What a ridiculous cat.
- 3:00 PM: Pool (again). More kids, same sticky chairs, more existential pondering. I'm starting to think the Days Inn itself is designed to make you question your life choices.
- 6:00 PM: I feel like I'm starting to go crazy. The walls are staring at me. The cat is staring at me. I am definitely staring at myself and I'm judging myself.
- 7:00 PM: Packed. Going home tomorrow. I'm not sad. I'm ready.
Day 4: Farewell, Show Low (And Hello, Reality!)
- 7:00 AM: Checked out. The front desk clerk was still smiling, like the world's leading authority on optimism. I almost hugged her. Almost.
- 8:00 AM: Drive to the airport. The desert, as always, was beautiful. But this time, I wasn't so weighed down by the existential stuff.
- 10:00 AM: Dropped off the rental car. Survived the upsell. I am a stronger person.
- 12:00 PM: Flight home.
- 1:00 PM: Back to the real world. I am ready to make this cat is a main character in my life
And there you have it. My very messy, imperfect, and slightly disappointing, (yet strangely satisfying) trip to Show Low. Would I recommend it? Maybe. If you like stale donuts, slightly sticky chairs, and the opportunity to ponder the meaning of life in a parking lot, then absolutely. But pack good walking shoes. And maybe a good book. And a healthy dose of acceptance that sometimes, the best adventures are the ones that don't go according to plan.
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Escape to Show Low: Days Inn Edition - Let's Get Real (and Maybe a Little Messy)
Okay, spill it. Is the Days Inn in Show Low *actually* a good getaway? Or am I walking into a budget-hotel horror show?
Alright, alright, settle down. First off, let's be honest, we're not booking the Ritz. This ain't the kind of "getaway" where you expect a pillow menu and a butler. But! And this is a BIG but... for the price? Honestly? Yeah, it’s pretty decent. Think… clean-ish. Think… perfectly acceptable for crash-and-burn weekend in the Pines. I went in expecting… well, let’s just say some *adventures* (and I got those!), but walked out feeling surprisingly… relaxed. Not *pampered*, mind you. Just… content. More on that later. It's not perfect, far from it, but it's definitely got charm, in the way a slightly-too-friendly Labrador has charm. You know, the kind that slobbers on you a little, but you still love 'em?
What's the *vibe* inside the Days Inn? Is it full of families, biker gangs, or… what?
The vibe? Eclectic. Truly, gloriously eclectic. I saw a couple of families, clearly on a budget vacation. They looked happy, kids running around, not a care in the world (except maybe getting ice cream). Then there were the older folks, maybe retirees, looking for a quiet escape from the grandkids. And yes, I *did* see a couple of guys on Harleys. They were surprisingly polite, though. Actually, I chatted with one for a good twenty minutes about the best fishing spots. Go figure. The best part? Nobody was judging. It was just a big, slightly mismatched group of humans, all coexisting peacefully. That, for me, was the biggest surprise. I kind of expected some… drama. But it was surprisingly chill. And I loved it! (Except for the early morning motorcycle revving. That was a bit much.) It's like a melting pot of semi-sleepy travelers, all sharing some pavement.
The breakfast. Be honest. Is it the kind that makes you want to weep? Or is it… palatable?
Alright, this is where things get… interesting. The breakfast is... let's call it *functional*. You'll get the standard continental fare. Think: Bagels (pre-sliced, naturally), toast, sugary cereal (a sea of brightly colored promises), instant oatmeal that tastes suspiciously like… well, nothing much. The coffee? Don't get me started. It's the kind that fuels you, sure, but also makes you question your life choices. The absolute CHAMPION of the breakfast buffet? The waffle maker. It's your friend. Embrace the waffle. Load it with syrup. Don't think. Just waffle. The best thing? You can get your breakfast and eat in your room. So, stock up on some REAL coffee when you get there. I took one for the team and only grabbed a waffle one morning, and never regretted it. It's all about setting expectations. It's not gourmet, but it'll get you through to lunch. I'd pack a protein bar or two just in case.
What about the rooms themselves? Are they clean? Is the Wi-Fi even *functional*?
Clean-ish. Honestly, it depends. My first room… let’s just say it had some *character*. You know, the kind of character that comes from a few decades of use? The second one was significantly better. (Pro-tip: Ask for a room that's been recently renovated. They have them!) The beds were comfortable enough, the AC worked (thank GOD, it gets HOT up there in the summer), and the TV had a decent selection of channels. The Wi-Fi? Yeah, it worked. Mostly. Sometimes it would cut out at the most inopportune moments (like, during a very intense streaming session of *The Great British Bake Off* - crucial!). But hey, you’re on vacation, right? Disconnect. Maybe read a real book. Crazy idea, I know. Overall, the rooms were passable. They’re not swanky, but they’re not a biohazard either. Bring some Lysol wipes if you a germaphobe, but I wouldn't worry too much.
Okay, let's talk Show Low itself! What's there to *do* around the Days Inn? (And how far do you have to drive?)
Show Low is a *gem*, truly! The Days Inn is conveniently located. Pretty close to everything really. You're a short drive from the lake (perfect for fishing, kayaking, or just gazing at the water and pretending you're a zen master), you've got easy access to hiking trails in the White Mountains (absolutely stunning!), and there are plenty of restaurants and shops nearby. Now, I'm a HUGE fan of hiking, so I took full advantage of that. The trails are well-maintained and the views are breathtaking. Highly recommend it! There's also a casino if you're feeling lucky (I am not). The drive to anything is ridiculously easy. Everything's within a few minutes. Even if you want to go on an all-day adventure, you're going to see some pretty amazing scenery. It's not some bustling metropolis, mind you. It's more about getting away from it all, enjoying the fresh air, and soaking up the small-town vibe. Which is *exactly* what I needed. The town has its own pace, and it's lovely.
Any particularly memorable experiences you had that you want to share? Good or bad!
Okay, buckle up. Here's where it gets gloriously messy. There's this one experience that's burned into my memory, like a perfectly toasted (and slightly burnt) waffle. I was hiking one day, feeling all virtuous and self-satisfied, you know? I'd conquered a particularly challenging stretch of trail, the sun was shining, the birds were singing… pure bliss. Then, disaster struck. I tripped. Flat on my face. In front of a group of… boy scouts. (Mortifying. Utterly mortifying.) I scrambled up, brushed myself off (covered in dirt), and tried to play it cool. The boys, bless their hearts, were incredibly polite. But I could SEE the giggles. And I could FEEL the excruciating burn of embarrassment. I wanted to disappear into the forest. I almost did. I was so embarrassed I considered just skipping the rest of the hike, but then thought *screw it*. I finished the trail. And you know what? IT WAS AWESOME. And the boy scouts? I saw them around town and they'd wave! I'm sure I was hilarious! So, long story short? Sometimes the most embarrassing moments become the best memories. That's the magic of a Days Inn Getaway, I guess. And the waffle maker. Don't forget the waffle maker.
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