When you think of iconic places, the name goes with the location. Be honest, do you call it Willis Tower or do you still call it the Sears Tower? Names tend to stick even when they’re no longer accurate. I still will call the Hollywood Studios at Walt Disney World by its old name, Disney-MGM Studios.
When a place changes names, it’s confusing. There are times when it’s understandable to rename a location when re-branding because you’re trying to leave behind the past and start new. I don’t see anyone complaining about them changing the name of the Milford Plaza in New York to the Row NYC.
But iconic hotels don’t change names often. The name is part of the history of the location. There better be a good reason to mess with that.
Remember the video game Oregon Trail? The series was released in the 1970s and was frequently updated such that it’s still around. But it was at its peak of popularity from the mid-1980s the mid-2000s. The original game was designed to teach kids about the realities of 19th century pioneer life, including traveling in a covered wagon for months on end. Unfortunately, you or your family member sometimes died of dysentery. Or typhoid fever. Or cholera. Or diphtheria. (BTW, totally off topic, but this Mental Floss “Where are they now?” take on all the things that could kill you on the Oregon Trail is kind of interesting. Well, as interesting as mostly-eradicated in the U.S. [*cough* except measles *cough*] illnesses can be).
Welp, taking a page from Oregon Trail (or maybe not), Yosemite Pines RV Resort and Family Lodging is now offering Conestoga covered wagons as hotel rooms. But they’re nothing like the ones the pioneers used on the Oregon Trail. These will let you “glamp” in the lap of luxury, complete with air conditioning, heat, a soft bed, a refrigerator and even a microwave!
I’ll admit that I’m not a “camping” kind of person. A week at sleep away camp when I was 8 was about as close to camping as I ever got, and even that was in a cabin, with running water and real bunk beds. Nowadays I am most decidedly a “hotel” kind of gal – we can be staying at a Waldorf=Astoria on points or a Holiday Inn Express with cash, I don’t care…as long as it’s a room with all the amenities of home, this city girl is satisfied.
Some friends have brought up the idea of “glamping” – a play on the term “glamorous camping,” where you have most, but not all, of the amenities of home. I am currently considering this, partially as an excuse to spend a weekend with our friends who suggested it (they live in Atlanta – we don’t get to see them often enough), and partially because Joe grew up going camping and I think this way he could “go back to nature” without my being totally miserable. 😉
But now I’ve read about “champing” and although it seems to be “roughing it as roughing it can be,” it’s still something that’s caught my attention…