Jellico's BEST Kept Secret: Days Inn Getaway (TN State Line)
Jellico's BEST Kept Secret: Days Inn Getaway (TN State Line) - A Rambling Review
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the Days Inn Getaway at the Tennessee State Line in Jellico. Prepare for a JOURNEY, because this ain't your average, sterile, paint-by-numbers hotel review. This is going to be… well, me. And I’m feeling… stuff. Let’s just say, it's a mixed bag, kinda like a bag of… you know what? Forget the simile. Let's just begin.
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The Arrival: First Impressions and the Elevator of Doom (and Delight)
Okay, so, Jellico. Let's be honest, it’s not exactly the French Riviera. But hey, the mountains are pretty! Finding the place wasn't too hard. Getting into the groove, though… that's where things started to, shall we say, vary.
Accessibility: I'm not in a wheelchair myself, but I always look out for this because, frankly, everyone deserves a shot at a decent stay. The brochure claimed accessibility – and let's be fair, the elevator was a godsend. Because, and this is important, the stairs looked like they’d been designed by someone who really hates oxygen. The elevator? Okay, it creaked a bit and I may have held my breath a few times, but it worked. That alone gets a thumbs up. (Elevator - Good, Stairs - Probably Not So Much)
Check-in/out [express], Check-in/out [private], Front desk [24-hour]: Check-in was… efficient. Let's leave it at that. Not particularly dazzling, not particularly bad. Just… functional. The 24-hour front desk? Good to know. It felt like they’d seen some things… and probably not all of them pretty.
Rooms and the Internet – Oh, the Internet!
Rooms: The room itself was… clean. REALLY clean. Like, shockingly clean. Maybe TOO clean? Is that a thing? Anyway, Rooms sanitized between stays they did. Also, the bed? Surprisingly comfortable. And the Blackout curtains were legit – I got some serious shut-eye. So that's cool. Though the decor was a little… dated. Think 1990s motel chic. But again, functional, and clean. That really is the key. We spent a good chunk of our "relaxing" time just staring at the ceiling, not really sure what to do next.
Internet Access: Yes! Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! This is CRUCIAL. I, of course, checked the Wi-Fi speed immediately. And… it was… adequate. I even managed to stream a movie. It's a win! There's also Internet access – LAN which is very old-school, but if you're into that. I’m thinking "the Internet Access – Wireless” would be ideal.
Amenities and Relaxing – Or Trying To
Things to do, ways to relax: Hmm… this is where things get interesting.
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: Okay, the pool. It looked inviting. Sparkling blue water. And the Pool with view… well, the view was of… more mountains. But mountains are good! I chickened out, though. A little chilly outside. I did, however, stare at it for a good ten minutes, debating whether to brave the cold. I didn't. Maybe next time.
- Fitness center: I saw the words “fitness center” on the sign. Didn't see the fitness center itself. Perhaps I missed it. I am not a morning person, so I possibly didn't look hard enough.
- Spa/sauna, Steamroom: Nope. Not there, either. This hotel may have been telling fibs. Or, perhaps the "Spa" was a secret door I failed to locate.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Food, Glorious, Questionable Food!
Okay, food time. This is where the "mixed bag" really comes into play.
- Breakfast [buffet]: The buffet. Oh, the buffet. I will try to be kind. There was food. There were options. It was… included. I had some scrambled eggs. They were… eggs. Not the best, not the worst. I had a suspicion the Coffee/tea in restaurant was instant, and then confirmed it. My attempts at a healthy breakfast felt futile. Still, Breakfast takeaway service was offered.
- Restaurants: Beyond the breakfast buffet, the dining options were limited. There was a restaurant! I, uh, didn't try it. The Poolside bar? Maybe next time. I think I just wanted a nice salad at this point.
- A la carte in restaurant, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee shop, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour, International cuisine in restaurant, Salad in restaurant, Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant: I have doubts about everything except that breakfast buffet.
Cleanliness and Safety: The Shiny Shield of Germophobia
Listen, in this day and age, cleanliness is king (or queen!). And the Days Inn Getaway took this VERY SERIOUSLY.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Check.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Check.
- Hand sanitizer: EVERYWHERE.
- Individually-wrapped food options: Gotta love 'em.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: As mentioned, this was the key.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: They seemed to be. Everyone was masked up and doing what they could.
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: I didn't actually see the kitchen, but you have to assume.
- Safe dining setup: Seemed to be a safe experience.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: Good to have the option.
Services and Conveniences: The Extras
- Air conditioning in public area: Yup. Much needed.
- Cash withdrawal: The lobby did have an ATM tucked away.
- Concierge: Nope.
- Convenience store: Nope.
- Daily housekeeping: Yes! And they were quick! I think there was a maid who seemed to constantly follow me.
- Elevator: Already mentioned.
- Facilities for disabled guests: Seemed promising.
- Food delivery: Nope (that I saw at least).
- Gift/souvenir shop: Nope.
- Laundry service: Yes!
- Luggage storage: Yes.
- Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings: No idea. Didn't use them. Didn't see them.
- Smoking area: Apparently. I didn't see any, though.
- Terrace: Nope.
For the Kids: Family Fun or Family Dread?
- Family/child friendly: It seemed like it. I kept seeing kids, so that was definitely a thing.
- Babysitting service: Didn't see it.
Getting Around: The Escape Plan
- Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site]: Plenty of parking. No issues there.
- Car power charging station: Nope.
- Taxi service: Unlikely.
In-Room Awesomeness (or Lack Thereof)
- Air conditioning: Yes! Praise be.
- Alarm clock: Yep.
- Bathtub, Separate shower/bathtub: Yep.
- Blackout curtains: Yes! Glorious, sleep-inducing curtains.
- Coffee/tea maker: Yep.
- Free bottled water: Yep.
- Hair dryer: Yes.
- In-room safe box: Nope.
- Internet access – wireless, Wi-Fi [free]: As mentioned.
- Ironing facilities: Yes.
- Mirror: Yep.
- Non-smoking: Yep.
- Refrigerator: Yep.
- Satellite/cable channels: Yep.
- Seating area, Sofa: Yep.
- Telephone: Yep.
- Toiletries: Yep.
The Verdict: Do I Recommend?
Look. The Days Inn at the Tennessee State Line isn't LUXURY. It's not
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Okay, buckle up buttercup. This ain't your sanitized, bullet-pointed itinerary. This is Real Life: Days Inn by Wyndham Jellico - Tennessee State Line Edition. Prepare for the glorious mess.
Day 1: Arrival and the Illusion of Control (Oh, the Humanity!)
- 4:00 PM - Arrival at the Promised Land (a.k.a. Days Inn, Jellico): Okay, so the GPS lied. Shocking. It's always the GPS, isn't it? That smug little electronic voice leading you astray. Found the place alright – a slightly faded, yet promising, haven with a vaguely familiar smell (that signature motel aroma…you know the one). The exterior, well, let's just say it has "character." The kind of character that whispers, "You might encounter some interesting individuals here."
- 4:15 PM - Check-in, Praying for Clean Sheets: The receptionist (bless her heart) seemed genuinely surprised to see a human being. Must be a slow Tuesday. Check-in was a process. Passport? Check. Credit card? Check. Vague sense of impending doom that every road-weary traveler possesses? Double-check! She fumbled with the keys for a solid minute. My internal monologue: Please let the sheets be clean. Please. Please.
- 4:30 PM - Room Inspection: The Real Test: Walked into my room, holding my breath. The air conditioning was wheezing like an asthmatic walrus. Carpet was questionable. But, the sheets… they appeared acceptable. Small victory. The TV, a relic from the late 90s, worked. This, my friends, is a win.
- 5:00 PM - Unpacking and the Existential Dread of Road Trips: Briefly contemplated the meaning of life while hanging up my clothes (all 3 outfits that I bring). Road trips are a weird mix of excitement and that lingering feeling of being utterly unmoored. Will I find decent coffee tomorrow? Only time will tell.
- 6:00 PM - Dinner: The Search for Edible Sustenance: Okay, so Jellico isn't exactly a culinary mecca. After a quick Google (because, duh), I decided to patronize the local Applebee's. It was a predictable meal but the waitress gave me a smile, and that matters.
Day 2: The Great Outdoors (and My Lack of Physical Prowess) and The Great Chicken Sandwich Incident
- 7:00 AM - Wakey Wakey, Eggs and… Disappointment (Breakfast): The "complimentary" breakfast was a disaster in a plastic bag. Stale pastries, coffee that tasted like sadness, and a selection of those mini-cereal boxes that always spill everywhere. I grabbed a banana and vowed to find real coffee.
- 8:00 AM - Attempting Nature: Cumberland Trail Hike: Okay, so I thought I was a nature person. Turns out, nature is a bit… challenging. The Cumberland Trail was beautiful – trees, sunshine, those weird buzzing insects. But the "easy" trail was not easy, at least not for my perpetually out-of-shape self. I huffed and puffed my way up a tiny hill, questioning my life choices at every step. I gave up after 15 minutes, got back to the car, and ate a granola bar.
- 10:00 AM- The Chicken Sandwich Incident at a Fast Food Restaurant: I needed coffee. And I was starving. Decided on McDonald's, because sometimes, you just need a Mcdonald's. Ordered a McChicken, and a McMuffin. But the McChicken - oh lord. I don't know what happened. Either I was really hungry, or they were giving out the best chicken sandwich ever. It was all I could think about, and I wanted more. But it was so good, it had to be a mistake. It couldn't last long.
- 11:00 AM - Coffee and Despair (or, How I Found a Decent Cup): Found a local gas station with surprisingly decent coffee. Small joys, people! Small joys. Sat in the parking lot, contemplating the meaning of the past few hours, and watching the locals go about their lives. Real people… just like me.
- 1:00 PM - Drive. Drive. Drive: Mostly, there really isn't much to do in Jellico. Maybe I should have chosen Gatlinburg… but here I am. So I'll drive on, hopefully in the right direction.
Day 3: Leaving Jellico (and My Sanity Behind)
- 7:00 AM - The Hotel Goodbye: Packed up, said a little prayer for future guests, and checked out.
- 8:00 AM - The Road: Hit the road, slightly sad to leave. The open road, filled with possibilities.
So there you have it, folks. My slightly messy, imperfect, and hopefully entertaining account of a stay at the Days Inn in Jellico. Did I find enlightenment? Maybe not. Did I find clean sheets? Mostly. Did I live to tell the tale? Absolutely. This, my friends, is what travel is all about. It's about embracing the weird, the uncomfortable, and the utterly human moments. And maybe… just maybe… finding a decent chicken sandwich along the way.
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So, uh, what *is* this whole thing about? Like, what's the point?
Alright, alright, deep breaths. The "point"… Okay, *fine.* Basically, it's a collection of, well, this thing is a FAQ. The whole goal is to tackle questions, and that's it! Hopefully, it makes sense. Honestly, I'm still figuring it out, and just kinda winging it, but look, we're here. We're gonna talk. I just hope it's not a total disaster. Fingers crossed it answers questions, at least some of them.
Is it actually *good*? Be honest. I can take it.
*Good* is a strong word, friend. Look, I'm no Shakespeare. Some days, I feel like I'm more like… a slightly caffeinated squirrel trying to bury a nut. It might be… okay? Honestly, I'm striving for 'satisfactory', I think. I definitely wrote things. Whether it makes sense or not is a whole other thing. But hey, if it gives you a chuckle, or a moment of "Oh, me too!" then I'll count it as a win. My barometer is pretty low.
Okay, okay, specifics. What are we actually *talking* about? What's the subject matter of the FAQs?
Well, that's the million-dollar, or at least the fifteen-dollar, question, isn't it? *clears throat*. Um, the topic of the FAQs...is, well...uh...that's a little hard to put into words right now. Let me think... Ah, well here's the thing. I don't know. I just started writing and then, well, here we are. Things happen. I guess it's about my life, in a way. At least, that's what I am hoping to do. Is that all I can say? I guess so.
I need a breakdown of your process. How do you do this? Do you have a secret recipe?
Secret recipe? Ha! If I had a *recipe* I wouldn't be flailing around like a fish out of water on this whole thing! No, no, it's more like… a chaotic dance. First, I think "Hey, I should probably do this." Then, I stare at a blank screen for what feels like an eternity. After that, I start typing, often with a coffee in hand, maybe a snack. Then, I just kind of…let it happen. Edit? What's that? Okay, I lie, I edit a little. But the key is to embrace the mess. Embrace the imperfections. Because, let's be honest, pretty much everything is… imperfect, like me!
Any memorable moments while doing this? Spill the tea!
Oh, boy. Where to begin? There was that one time I started writing about, I don't know, the existential dread of grocery shopping and somehow ended up talking about my childhood hamster, Mr. Nibbles. Then, I got lost in the whole childhood and hamster thing. It was a full-blown flashback, followed by the slow, creeping realization that I was actually a grown adult, still talking about a hamster I had as a kid. Then it was a full cry because it was so darn cute. And then I got hungry. That's life, isn't it?
Did you ever just want to scrap everything? Give up entirely?
Um… *yes*. Multiple times. I've had moments where I've stared at the screen, and the words became a blur, and I just thought, "Why am I doing this? For whom? Why does all of this matter?" Then I’d close the lid of the laptop and go to bed. The next morning, I look at the computer with dread. Sometimes, I get past it. Sometimes, I sit and think. Other times, I just…get out there. The thought of stopping does cross my mind. But the idea of not doing this anymore is really…empty.
Alright, alright, I believe you. But like, *why* this? What's your motivation?
Okay, that's a fair question. Honestly? I have no idea. Maybe a desperate cry for attention. Maybe a need to feel… seen? Maybe I just really like the sound of my own voice, even when it's just in my head. But really, I think it's because I'm secretly hoping that someone, somewhere, will read this and think, "Hey, me too!" That, yeah, they aren't alone in the mess.
What if someone *hates* it?
Okay, here's the truth: that feeling? That tiny little voice that whispers, "They're going to think you're a complete idiot"? Yeah, it's loud sometimes. Really, really loud. The thought of someone reading this and thinking it's a waste of time…it stings. But I have to remind myself that not everyone is going to love it. And that's okay. I mean, honestly, if everyone loved everything, life would be pretty boring, wouldn't it?
What's your biggest fear in all of this?
Oh, that's easy. My biggest fear? That I'll convince myself this is a good idea, and then look back in five years and cringe so hard I'll spontaneously combust. That's it. The pure, unadulterated shame. Maybe some embarrassment, too. I don't know. I hope you don't think of me when I can't type anymore.
So, what now? Where do we go from here?
Well, that's up to you, isn't it? You could close this tab and go eat a sandwich. You could come back tomorrow and see if I’ve updated. You could tell your neighbor about this, and maybe they’ll read it, too. The possibilities are endless. As for me? I guess I’ll just keep typing, keep rambling,Hotel Hide Aways
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