Did yall see what Manduela had on her table??? Holy hell I had immediate PTSD when I saw it!!! I immediately checked my hair for lice, looked around the room to make sure no one was carrying any contraband food or booze into the tent, and checked my bank account to ensure no one had liquidated it using a bizarro "reservation" system!!!!
Of course not all the memories of that craterized hell hole were negative - except for the mystery question of WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND would ever go swimming in that indoor swimming pool - probably the hot zone for 300 viruses right there - or that absolutely uncalled for restaurant in the resort that no one would venture into... OR the horrors of the west wing rooms which lay dormant for decades - - or that owners' apartment place with the kitchen which used to feature some pretty outrageous late night jam sessions - - there is NOTHING that will ever compare to the Pheasant Run experience - it simply had to be lived through to be believed - I can tell you staying there one weekend a year probably knocked about 10 years off my life - - it was a trip!!!!
Props to Manduela for saving this piece of history!!
