Sunday morning, by the time it was getting good daylight,
we had been on the road for about an hour. Joel, Lyndsey,
Piper and I were headed to a cabin in Wears Valley in the Smokey Mountains.
Because we weren’t scheduled to check in until after lunch on Monday,
we had reserved a room at the Read House hotel in Chattanooga for Sunday night.
This was Piper’s first time to stay in a hotel, and he loved every minute…the room, the elevator rides and the two block strolls to the park
where we were instructed to take him to relieve himself.
Actually, we all enjoyed our stay at the Read House. It was comfortable, relaxing, and quiet. And, Monday morning as we were making our way out of downtown Chattanooga, I decided to google the Read House. Not only did I discover that it is listed on the National Register of Historic Places in America, I learned this: “If you are seeking out a haunted hotel that has a long history of exciting supernatural and paranormal events, the Read Hotel in Tennessee is the place to be! An avid ghost hunter will shoot for room 311, but it is very unlikely that the individual will make it through the night…”
We stayed in room 303. Who knew? We chose the place because it was pet friendly. But, I can tell you one thing…..I am now sure that ignorance IS bliss.