Monday, April 27, 2009, 12:30 a.m.
This was relayed to me by my co-worker and fellow night auditor, Courtney.
Courtney stepped out the side, private lobby door for a moment. As soon as she opened the door, she was enveloped in what she has frequently described to me as "campfire" smoke. (Courtney is a former camp counselor.)
Courtney said it lasted several minutes, but then slowly dispersed.
The hotel sits on Day One battlefield, in an area where there are no camps or any camping allowed for miles in all directions.
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