Sunday, February 1, 2009, 7:00 p.m.
This was relayed to me by my co-worker and fellow night auditor, Courtney:
Courtney stepped out the side, private lobby entrance and immediately walked into a wall of sweet cherry pipe tobacco smoke (a favorite of Confederate troops). It only lasted 10 seconds and then it was gone.
Almost immediately thereafter, Courtney smelled what she described as campfire smoke. (Courtney has been a camp counselor every summer for nine years and is quite familiar with the scent.)
Note: Courtney was alone AND there were no guests staying at the hotel on this evening. There are no campgrounds even remotely close to the hotel property as we sit out on the first day's battlefield.
These are aromas that have been experienced by the staff and guests alike many times.
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