Escape to Utah's Hidden Gem: Hampton Inn & Suites Farmington!
Okay, buckle up, Buttercup, because we’re diving headfirst into a review that’s less "clinical analysis" and more "drunken diary entry after a particularly good (or bad) vacation." Let's be real, you want the truth. And trust me, the truth is a messy, complicated beast.
[Hotel Name - Let's Pretend It's Called "Serenity Sands Resort"]
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(Okay, now we're good. Let's get REAL.)
Arrival: A Symphony of Chaos (And the Accessibility Stuff, Too!)
So, picture this: I arrive, jet-lagged and smelling faintly of airplane peanuts. The bellhop? MIA. The check-in process? Apparently, the only thing more complex than the hotel's Wi-Fi password was the actual paperwork.
- Accessibility: Alright, big breath. Serenity Sands mostly gets it right. Wheelchair accessibility is a thing (thank the sweet baby Jesus). Ramps, elevators, the whole shebang. But, and this is a big BUT, some of the hallways felt a little cramped. maneuvering with a wheelchair or a mobility aid might pose some challenges. (Important to note: I am writing from a non-disabled perspective, so I rely on observed clues & some research; best to seek out actual reviews from users w/ accessibility needs!) The bathrooms were… okay. Not the biggest, but usable. (This is where I desperately hope the hotel has detailed floor plans & specific accessibility info online.)
- Check-in/out [express], Check-in/out [private], Front desk [24-hour], Doorman – They said "express," but I think they meant "expresso," because it felt like I was waiting in a damn airport cafe. 24-hour front desk is a godsend (especially for early flights). The doorman looked bored, but hey, at least he was there. Didn't try private check-in, thank god.
- Facilities for disabled guests - This is kind of vague, but the presence of the other accessibility-related elements implies some effort.
Wi-Fi: My Eternal Struggle
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Woo-hoo! Or, ya know, sort of. The signal in my room was weaker than my will to resist a second slice of cake.
- Internet, Internet [LAN], Internet access – wireless: I tried everything (okay, maybe not everything, because I started getting twitchy after a few tries). Eventually, I surrendered and tethered to my phone. Bless the gods for data plans. It's like the internet, but on your phone, which, unfortunately, isn't free in your room.
- Wi-Fi in public areas: Fine is an understatement. At least the poolside bar worked perfectly.
- Laptop workspace: It was fine, but I ended up on the bed anyway because, comfort.
The Room: My Humble Abode (and its many, many features.)
- Available in all rooms: Additional toilet, Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Interconnecting room(s) available, Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Safety/security feature, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Visual alarm, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens. Sigh.
My room was… a room. It had a bed. It had a mini-bar stocked with things I could maybe afford. The blackout curtains were a savior after those long days by the pool. I'd give the room a solid "meh." There's a lot of stuff in there, but it's definitely not unique or special.
Cleanliness & Safety: The Modern-Day Anxiety Factor
- Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer, Hygiene certification, Individually-wrapped food options, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Professional-grade sanitizing services, Room sanitization opt-out available, Rooms sanitized between stays, Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items, Shared stationery removed, Staff trained in safety protocol, Sterilizing equipment. Okay, I admit, I felt relatively safe. Sanitizer everywhere. Tables were spaced. The staff actually seemed to know what they were doing (a pleasant surprise). Kudos to Serenity Sands for actually taking this seriously. But let's be real, it's still a weird time to travel.
- CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, Fire extinguisher, Non-smoking rooms, Safety/security feature, Security [24-hour], Smoke alarms, Soundproof rooms - The property seemed to have its safety-related bases covered.
- Doctor/nurse on call, First aid kit - This is reassuring.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: My Stomach's Adventure
- Restaurants, A la carte in restaurant, Alternative meal arrangement, Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Bar, Bottle of water, Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour, International cuisine in restaurant, Poolside bar, Room service [24-hour], Salad in restaurant, Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant. This is where Serenity Sands shines. The food was actually pretty good. (My taste buds are very simplistic.) The breakfast buffet was a glorious sight. Lots of options. The poolside bar was convenient (too convenient). The Asian restaurant was good. The desserts? To die for. My stomach agrees.
Things to Do (and Ways to Relax - aka, Spa Time!)
- Things to do, ways to relax, Body scrub, Body wrap, Fitness center, Foot bath, Gym/fitness, Massage, Pool with view, Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]. The spa was the highlight. Oh. My. God. The massage was divine. The pool with a view? Breathtaking. I may or may not have spent an entire afternoon alternating between the sauna, steam room, and the pool. (Don't judge me!) The fitness center was clean, but who has time for that when you’re on vacation?!
- Proposal spot - OOOOH, they have one of these! See, my wife would have enjoyed this spot. I really should think of popping the question.
Services and Conveniences: The Extras (that sometimes feel like a burden)
- Air conditioning in public area, Audio-visual equipment for special events, Business facilities, Cash withdrawal, Concierge, Contactless check-in/out, Convenience store, Currency exchange, Daily housekeeping, Doorman, Dry cleaning, Elevator, Essential condiments, Facilities for disabled guests, Food delivery, Gift/souvenir shop, Indoor venue for special events, Invoice provided, Ironing service, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Meeting stationery, On-site event hosting, Outdoor venue for special events, Projector/LED display, Safety deposit boxes, Seminars, Shrine, Smoking area, Terrace, Wi-Fi for special events, Xerox/fax in business center. Fine for the most part. The concierge was actually super helpful. Dry cleaning was pricey but necessary after a week of sunscreen and salty air. The convenience store was a life-saver for late-night snack attacks. The terrace was nice to chill at.
- Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal: Didn't use these, but the resort seemed geared towards families.
- Cashless payment service, Food delivery - I prefer cash, but the option is there, and so is the food delivery (which I used!).
For the Kids:
- For the kids, Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal Okay, didn't have
Okay, buckle up, buttercup. This isn't your pristine, perfectly polished travel itinerary. This is the messy, real-life, hilarious, and occasionally disastrous adventure. We're hitting up the Hampton Inn & Suites in Farmington, Utah. Let's see how this goes…
The Hampton Inn & Suites – Farmington, UT: Operation "Keep it Together (Mostly)"
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Breakfast Debacle
- 1 PM: Touchdown SLC! (Insert Big Sigh Here) Okay, so the flight was…fine. Which, considering I’m a nervous flyer, is a win. Landed in Salt Lake City, wrestled with the rental car (damn you, automatic transmissions!), and somehow managed to navigate to Farmington. Found the Hampton Inn. It’s…Hampton Inn-y. You know? Clean, efficient, beige. My room already felt like a temporary holding cell. But hey, it has a bed, and that’s all that matters after a flight.
- 3 PM: (Attempted) Poolside Relaxation… Failed. The brochure promised a "sparkling outdoor pool." It was, in reality, slightly colder than my ex's icy stare. Braved a dip anyway. Two minutes. That's all I could manage. Emerged shivering, vowing to stick to the hot tub later. Which I never did. Because. Procrastination. And the desire to watch bad TV.
- 6 PM: Dinner at… Somewhere. Let’s Call it "The Diner That Time Forgot." Found a pancake diner. The decor was pure 1980s beige, the coffee tasted like battery acid, and the waitress looked like she’d seen things. ordered a burger. It was… fine. Edible. Survived. The people watching, however, was gold. The whole experience felt like a fever dream, but in a way, I'm glad it happened.
- 8 PM: TV Binge & Bedtime. And Maybe A Little Anxiety. Back in the room. Switched on the TV. Channel surfed for an hour. Realized I had nothing to do with my life. And the anxiety sets in. Eventually succumbed to the siren song of sleep. Dreamed of… I don't even want to know.
Day 2: Antelope Island & the Curse of the Overzealous Ranger
- 8 AM: The Breakfast of Champions… or, at Least, Free Cereal. The Hampton Inn breakfast. Ah, a buffet. A glorious buffet of questionable-looking scrambled eggs, pre-packaged pastries, and the promise of endless coffee. Ate enough to fuel a small car. Vowed to be healthy. Then poured another bowl of sugary cereal. Priorities, people. Priorities.
- 9:30 AM: Antelope Island Bound! (Adventure Time!) Headed towards Antelope Island State Park. And oh my god, the landscape! Vast, stark, beautiful. The Great Salt Lake stretches out like an alien sea. Took a moment to breathe it all in and felt a sense of awe.
- 11 AM: Confrontation with Ranger Bob (The Grumpy Version). Decided to walk a trail. Met up with a ranger. Ranger Bob. (I don't know his actual name, but he radiated “Bob-ness.") Asked him what the trail ahead was like. He gave me a look of utter disdain. Turns out, I wasn't wearing the "correct" footwear. "You'll be eaten by a rattlesnake and/or fall off a cliff," he grumbled with zero cheerfulness. I felt like an utter idiot. Went back to my car.
- 12 PM: Buffalo Watching! (Success!) Decided to ignore Ranger Bob's doom-mongering and went to see the buffalo. They were majestic. I watched them for an hour, just breathing and appreciating the world. One of them sneezed. It was awesome.
- 2 PM: Hiking & Regret. Decided against the hike to the top because of Ranger Bob's prophecy.
- 4 PM: Desperate Attempt at Happiness. Tried the hot tub. It was filled with screaming children. Gave up.
- 6 PM Dinner at a Local Restaurant (Finally!). Found a restaurant. Tried the local cuisine. It was fine. Fine enough.
- 8 PM - Present: TV and Contemplation Back at the hotel, trying to figure out what I should do tomorrow. Probably nothing. Or maybe everything. Who knows? Anxiety sets in again. Trying to just be present.
Day 3: Farmington Follies and the Long Road Home (Maybe)
- 9 AM: Breakfast… Again. Ate all the fruit at the hotel. Feel slightly less terrible.
- 10 AM: Farmington Exploration! (Mildly Enthusiastic) Walked down Main Street. Looked at some shops. People watched some more. Nothing too exciting.
- 12 PM: Lunch at a restaurant. (Fine Again, But Okay this Time!) The food was… fine. The waitress was friendly. small victories of the day.
- 2 PM: Last Minute Errands. Did a little shopping.
- 4 PM: Pack & Prepare to Leave. I packed. I cleaned the room.
- 6 PM: Drive Back to SLC. The drive was fine. The airport was fine. The flight (thank goodness) was fine.
- 10:00 PM: Back Home Done! I think I liked it, even though it was a massive mess.
Final Thoughts:
Salt Lake City and Farmington, you're weird. Ranger Bob, you need a hug. The Hampton Inn… well, it was a Hampton Inn. Comfortable, and clean. But for the rest, it was a great trip. I need some time to process my emotions. I'm going to go back to doing nothing now.
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So, you *want* a cat? Are you COMPLETELY bonkers?
Look, I get it. Those fluffy little murder machines are adorable. They purr like tiny lawnmowers, and they look at you with those big, innocent eyes and you're just… powerless. I *was* powerless. Then I got a cat. Now, my house is a furry landmine of hairballs and passive-aggressive judgment. Seriously. First question you should ask yourself? Are you *ready* to be judged relentlessly by a creature that can’t even order its own takeout?
Okay, maybe I *am* ready. But what *kind* of cat should I get? (This is the easy part, right? ...Right?)
Oh, sweet summer child. The "easy part." This is where the rabbit hole of cat breeds and personalities opens up. Do you want a cuddlebug? Prepare for a fluffy, demanding shadow. Do you want an independent spirit? Prepare for a cat that might show up for dinner... maybe. I thought I wanted a laid-back tabby. What I *got* was a fluffy, tiny dictator with a penchant for knocking things off shelves at 3 AM. And let me tell you, you *will* be judged for the size, shape, and positioning of your bookshelves. I swear, he's got a PhD in interior design, that furry jerk.
Honestly? Go to a shelter or rescue. See who *chooses* you. That's the real test. And if you pick a kitten? Bless your soul. You’re basically signing up for a tiny, furry tornado that will destroy your home in the name of entertainment. You've been warned.
What about the cost? I'm not exactly rolling in kibble here.
Ah, the money pit. Because, yes, cats are adorable, and yes, they will drain your bank account with alarming speed. There's the adoption fee (which can vary wildly). Then, the vet bills...oh the vet bills. Suddenly, you’re a cat-owner, and you are *also* suddenly a connoisseur of pet insurance. And don't even get me *started* on the cat toys! The ones you painstakingly pick out, and then your cat completely ignores in favor of a crumpled-up receipt. Oh, and that fancy cat tree? Mine uses it as a launching pad to get to the *top* of the curtains. It's a *lifestyle*, people! Embrace the financial irresponsibility (kidding… mostly). Budget, budget, budget. And maybe take out a second mortgage on your sanity.
Okay, so I've got a cat. Now what? How do I even *cat*?
Welcome to the club! The initiation ritual? Basically, you spend the next few months wondering if you're hallucinating all the cuteness and chaos. Feeding, cleaning the litter box (the single worst thing ever invented, by the way), and playing with your new overlord. Do research! Learn what is poisonous, and what might just give them a tummy ache. (Chocolate, onions, lilies...the usual). Then, just… let the cat be a cat. They know things. They *sense* things. They will judge your life choices. They will wake you at 3 AM to demand a treat. It's all part of the glorious, insane package.
But what if I travel? Can I leave my cat alone? (I feel like I already know the answer...)
NO. GOD, NO. Unless your cat is a super chill Buddhist monk and your house is a goddamn *palace* with all the bells and whistles – and even then, probably not. Cats are, in their own way, incredibly high-maintenance. Boarding is an option, but be prepared for a week’s worth of stink-eye and silent treatment when you get back. Consider asking a friend or neighbour who *actually* likes your cat to pop in and check on them. Or you could just...not travel. Just a thought.
What about scratching posts? Do they *actually* work?
This is where things get… complicated. Scratching posts *can* work. They often don't, and the couch will ultimately become your cat's new and preferred scratching surface. I bought a *massive* cat tree with built-in scratching posts, and let me tell you… the most use it got was as an oversized, ridiculously expensive cat bed. The actual scratching? The curtains. The carpet. The corner of the sofa. It’s a game of cat-and-mouse (pun *intended*). You try to redirect the scratching, they find a new, seemingly more appealing surface. But, it also depends on the cat! Some love them, some don't. It is worth a try, though, before your favourite armchair resembles a Jackson Pollock masterpiece.
Litter box woes… Help me!
Oh. My. God. The litter box. The bane of a cat owner's existence. Clean it. Clean it *often*. Every morning, after work, before bed... you practically have to become a litter box tyrant. (Or, you know, just scoop it daily, but tyrannical sounds more dramatic). The number one rule: if you smell it, *they* smell it. And they will hold a grudge. And… that grudge might manifest in… creative places. On the bed. In your shoes. Right after you've taken a shower. Trust me on this. Experiment with litter types! Position! Size! It's an ongoing experiment, and frankly, some days I consider moving out and letting him have the whole house.
What about cat behavior problems? Like, the aforementioned 3 AM zoomies?
Zoomies are just part of the package. Embrace the chaos. Most cat problems are just… cat-ness. But if you are having major behavioral issues, then you might need to seek professional help. There are cat behaviorists who can help. But honestly? My biggest problem is the aforementioned fluffy dictator. He's just… got a *lot* of opinions. And he's, frankly, a tiny manipulative genius. But I love him. Don't tell him I said that, though. He'll get even more demanding.
So, is getting a cat worth it? After all this, are you saying... yes?
Ugh. Yes. Absolutely, unequivocally, YES. Even after that 3 AM wake-up call, the shredded furniture, the constant judgment, and the utterRoam And Rests
