We finally made our way back to the packhouse. Kelly showed me my room on the second floor. Zach and Brooke made their way up to the fourth floor where he would be staying. The more I see them together, the more I know he is not leaving here. I am both happy for him and sad I don’t have a travel buddy anymore. Maybe she will want to come with us? I laid my bag on the bed and looked around. Right when you walk in is a small living room area with a dark brown leather couch and two wooden end-tables with black lamps. A large TV was mounted to the ceiling and when you pushed a button, it descended and you could rotate it so you could watch it from the bed or the couch. On the other side of the couch was a French door that led to a balcony with a wooden rocking hair. A fourposter bed with sheer
