Escape to Big Bear Lake: Your Hampton Inn Awaits!
Escape to Big Bear Lake: Your Hampton Inn Awaits! - A Rambling Review
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I just got back from a little Big Bear Lake getaway. And let me tell you, this Hampton Inn… well, it’s an experience. Let’s dive headfirst, shall we? No holding back!
First Impressions (and the Parking Situation)
So, the whole "Escape to Big Bear Lake" thing is totally on point. You need to escape sometimes, and this Hampton Inn, perched in the pines, seemed like a decent starting point. The drive up was gorgeous - seriously, the crisp mountain air practically slapped me in the face in the best way.
The car park [free of charge] was a blessing. Free parking! In a resort town?! I almost cried tears of joy. Parking is a nightmare, people. A total nightmare. Now, the parking lot itself wasn’t exactly landscaped like a botanical garden (concrete, trees, done), but hey, it held my car. And it was free. Score one for the Hampton Inn.
Accessibility - The Good, The Okay, and The "Hmm…"
Right off the bat, I need to give a shoutout to the Facilities for disabled guests. The website claimed they have them, and from what I saw, they looked accessible. The elevator? Check. Wide hallways? Check. This is crucial. I didn't personally experience it from that angle, but I appreciate the effort the hotel put towards inclusivity.
Now, onto my own personal accessibility issues… which mainly involve my inherent clumsiness and my inability to resist a good buffet.
Cleanliness and Safety – A Deep Dive (and a Little Anxiety)
Okay, let's be real. We're all a little paranoid about germs these days. The Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, and Rooms sanitized between stays all get a big thumbs up from this gal. They were really hammering home the hygiene thing, which, honestly, made me feel a bit better about potentially touching a door handle. They even had those little hand sanitizer stations everywhere. Everywhere. I felt like I was living in a sci-fi movie about cleanliness, but hey, I’ll take it.
I did wonder if the constant sanitizing was a little… overkill? Like, are we really living in a biohazard zone? But then again, I'd rather be overly cautious than regretful. Plus, they had Hand sanitizer everywhere; bonus points for that.
The Room: My Temporary Sanctuary (and All That Comes With It)
Let's get into the nitty-gritty of the room. It was, well, a Hampton Inn room. Predictable, but in a good way. Familiar, comfortable, and clean. The Air conditioning was a godsend, let me tell you. The Big Bear sun can be brutal.
I’m a sucker for a good blackout curtain. I like my sleep to be absolute, and these delivered. Bliss. The bed was comfy – no complaints there.
My room had the standard Coffee/tea maker, a refrigerator (essential for storing leftover pizza), and, thank god, Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! I worked remotely for a few days during my stay, and the internet access was stable. Thank goodness because it was a tough task, and the remote work was absolutely key to my peace of mind. Nothing like a bad internet connection to absolutely ruin a relaxing mountain trip.
I took advantage of my mini bar for a refreshing glass of water, and the complimentary tea was an early morning treat.
There was a Desk, which was essential for that remote-work. An ironing facilities, which I did end up using - because, hey, gotta look presentable. It’s a classic room, and it had all I needed, but it wasn’t exactly bursting with personality.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – A Gastronomic Adventure (…of Sorts)
Alright, the food situation. This is where things get… interesting.
Breakfast [buffet]: Ugh. Let me tell you, buffets can be a mixed bag. I’m talking about the Breakfast [buffet]. Hampton Inn's are notoriously good, but here it felt a bit…meh. The usual suspects were there: scrambled eggs that may or may not have been made from actual eggs, slightly soggy bacon, and the ubiquitous waffle maker. The fact that they had a Breakfast takeaway service was a plus, though. Grab and go seemed the best option.
Restaurants [Nearby]: The hotel didn't have any on-site accessible restaurants / lounges, which was a downer. Being able to stumble from my room to a bar after a long day of hiking sounds idyllic.
Snacks and Essentials: They did have a Convenience Store, which was great for grabbing a bottle of water and a candy bar.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax – Seeking Serenity (and Maybe a Little Pampering)
Okay, this is where the Big Bear magic comes in. The hotel itself had a Swimming pool [outdoor], which looked inviting, but alas, I am a total wimp and the mountain air was a bit chilly. The Fitness center looked good, even though I, uh, avoided it. You know how it goes.
The Sauna and Spa I also saw the spa/sauna, but didn't get a chance to experience them.
Nature’s Call: The real fun was outside. Big Bear is all about the outdoors. Hiking trails galore. Stunning views. Fresh air. You know, actual relaxation.
Services and Conveniences – The Little Things That Matter
- Reception: The Front desk [24-hour] was friendly and helpful. I needed extra towels (I am a messy shower-taker), and they handled it immediately with a smile.
- Tech and Practicalities: Wi-Fi was solid, and I appreciated having Internet access – wireless. The Elevator was a lifesaver because, again, I'm lazy. And they had Laundry service! Huge win!
- Getting Around: Having Car park [free of charge] right there? Golden.
- Special Needs: In a nice touch, the hotel provided facilities for disabled guests.
The Bottom Line: Would I Go Back?
Look, the Hampton Inn in Big Bear Lake isn’t a luxury resort. It's a solid, reliable, comfortable place to lay your head while you explore the beauty of Big Bear. It's clean, safe, and has all the basics covered. And sometimes, that's all you need.
So, yeah, I'd go back. Maybe next time I'll brave the pool. Or maybe I'll just stick to hiking and stuffing my face with pizza. Either way, the Hampton Inn will be a good basecamp for my Big Bear adventures. And that, my friends, is what matters.
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Big Bear Lake, or: My Attempt at Mountain Zen (and the Resulting Chaos)
Alright, here's the itinerary. I'm calling it an "itinerary" but let's be honest, it's more of a loose suggestion, a starting point that's probably going to get completely hijacked by my impulsiveness and the sheer, raw beauty (and occasional frustrations) of Big Bear Lake. We're staying at the Hampton Inn, which, judging by the website photos, seems adequately…hampton-esque. Hopefully, the complimentary waffles live up to the hype.
Day 1: Arrival, Anxiety, and Attempting to "Chill" (Spoiler Alert: I Failed)
- 1:00 PM: Arrive at the Hampton Inn. Okay, first impressions. Front desk guy seemed nice enough, but his tie was doing some serious interpretive dance. I'm already stressed about parking, a phenomenon that always seems to bring out the worst in me. Found a spot, thankfully. Room's… clean. Beige. Standard hotel room beige. (I swear, are hotels intentionally designed to be bland?)
- 1:30 PM: Unpack. Panic search for the emergency chocolate stash. Success! This is going to be critical for the "chill" component of this trip.
- 2:00 PM: Stroll to the lake. Breathe. Deep breaths. The lake is… BIG. And blue. And, okay, pretty damn gorgeous. I immediately feel the city melt away, slightly. Then I see a family loudly feeding the ducks, and the idyllic scene shatters. Ducks are aggressive creatures, okay? I swear one winked at me.
- 2:30 PM: Explore the Village. Ah, the Village! Think kitschy souvenir shops, fudge shops, and a palpable, slightly manic energy. I'm instantly drawn to a store selling giant stuffed bears. The owner, a woman with enough glitter on her eyelashes to rival a disco ball, tries to convince me I "need" a bear named Bartholomew. I almost caved. My self-control is… suspect.
- 3:30 PM: Coffee break at a local cafe. A tiny, cramped place with a barista who looks like he's spent the last 12 hours wrestling a particularly unruly espresso machine. The coffee is strong. I order a scone that's drier than the Sahara. I'm seriously questioning my life choices.
- 4:00 PM: Drive to Castle Rock Trail. The trail is advertised as "easy." My ass. It's uphill. And I'm winded within five minutes. The views, though? Worth it. Magnificent. Overlook the entire lake and mountains. I take a picture, but it doesn't do it justice. I secretly curse the Instagram algorithm for its inability to capture the sheer vastness of it all. At the top, a young couple is awkwardly trying to take a selfie. I briefly consider offering to take their picture. Then I remember that I'm socially inept and continue my descent.
- 5:00 PM: Back to the Hampton Inn, the complimentary pool is calling my name. I try to relax. Can't. My brain is a hamster on a wheel, constantly worrying about trivial things.
Day 2: The Great Hike Debacle and the Unexpected Pizza Revelation
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast at the Hampton Inn. Waffles! The waffles are…adequate. Needed more syrup. Needed more everything, actually. The kids at the other tables are also doing interpretive dance, but with their bodies, flailing about.
- 9:00 AM: Attempt to find a moderately challenging hike. This is where things go spectacularly sideways. We're going for a hike in Pine Knot trail. The trail, as it turns out, is NOT moderately challenging. It's brutally, soul-crushingly uphill. I'm pretty sure I saw a squirrel snickering at me.
- 10:00 AM: I'm halfway up the trail, and I'm already rethinking my entire life. My legs feel like lead. My lungs are screaming. I'm sweating profusely. The scenery is undeniably beautiful, but I'm too busy focusing on not dying to appreciate it fully. I swear, I passed by a giant pine tree, which seemed to be judging me.
- 10:30 AM: We reach the summit and I nearly collapse. The views are… breathtaking. Utterly awe-inspiring. I vow to never hike again. Then I take a selfie, sweaty and defeated, but triumphant.
- 11:30 AM: Return to the hotel. I'm exhausted, but something inside me feels accomplished.
- 12:00 PM: Recovery food. We go to a place called "Saucy Mama's Pizza." I have zero expectations. In fact, I'm ready to be slightly disappointed. But, oh my god. This pizza. It's as if the pizza gods have descended upon Big Bear Lake. The crust is perfect. The sauce is tangy. The cheese is… melty perfection. I eat an entire pizza by myself, and I have no regrets. This is the highlight of my trip so far. I immediately start planning my return visit.
- 1:30 PM: Nap. Obligatory post-pizza nap. I dream of pizza and triumphant squirrels.
- 3:00 PM: Lake time, trying to relax again. The ducks are back! They're glaring at me, clearly hoping for round two of aggressive feeding. I wisely choose a different spot.
- 4:00 PM: I end up randomly exploring the town. There is a weird old museum with a giant taxidermied bear. I resist the urge to run away screaming.
- 5:00 PM: Back at the Hampton Inn, I write down my thoughts and reflect. I'm starting to "get" this whole mountain zen thing.
Day 3: The Zen-ish Goodbye (and the Unavoidable Traffic)
- 8:00 AM: Final breakfast at the Hampton Inn. The waffles are still meh. But I'm not as furious about it.
- 9:00 AM: One last stroll around the lake. Breathe. Soak it in. The vastness still hits me.
- 10:00 AM: Pack. Try not to think about the fact that I'm leaving paradise and returning to reality.
- 11:00 AM: Check out. The front desk guy's tie is thankfully restrained.
- 11:30 AM: The drive home. Traffic. Oh, the glorious, soul-crushing, mind-numbingly slow traffic. This is where my "zen" evaporates. I'm screaming at the car in front of me (mentally, of course. I'm not that unhinged) and wishing for teleportation.
- 1:00 PM: Finally, I get out of the traffic, and all I can think about is getting home and devouring the remaining pizza.
Conclusion:
Big Bear Lake was…an experience. A messy, exhausting, occasionally frustrating, but ultimately wonderful experience. I didn't achieve enlightenment, but I did eat a lot of pizza, conquer a mountain (of sorts), and, against all odds, find a tiny sliver of peace. I'll be back. Because let's face it, I need more pizza. And maybe, just maybe, I'll give Bartholomew the giant stuffed bear a home. Don't tell anyone.
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Escape to Big Bear Lake: Your Hampton Inn Awaits! ...or Does It? (A REALLY Unofficial FAQ)
Okay, so... Big Bear. Sounds... big. And cold. And... scenic? Should I even bother with this Hampton Inn thing?
Here's the thing. It's a *Hampton Inn*. You know the drill. Free breakfast (more on that later... *shudders*), clean-ish rooms (emphasis on the -ish), and the promise of a warm bed after a day of attempting to snowboard (emphasis on the *attempting*). So, yes, you *should* consider it. Just don't go expecting a rustic mountain chalet experience. Think... reliable comfort, a place to crash, and (hopefully) a functioning coffee machine in the morning.
The dreaded Free Breakfast. What's the *deal* with it? Is it… edible?
My *personal* experience? Let's just say I had a close encounter with a suspiciously rubbery sausage link. It's a story for another day.
**Pro-tip:** Scope it out *before* you commit. If the waffles look suspiciously symmetrical, consider a strategy. I'm saying bring backup snacks. Never underestimate the power of granola bars. And the coffee? Pray for a strong brew.
The Room Itself. Cozy? Cramped? Will I find a rogue sock under the bed? (I'm guessing yes.)
Space? Don't expect a ballroom. Cramped? Possibly. You might find yourself strategically maneuvering around that suitcase to get to the bathroom. But hey, it's not a yurt. And, yes, there's a good chance you'll find a rogue sock. Or a dust bunny the size of a small dog. Or maybe a rogue hotel key from the 1980s. You never know what relics of the past the cleaning crew overlooks. (Don't worry, I didn't find a *body*. I checked.)
**My Experience:** I once stayed in a room where the air conditioning sounded like a jet engine taking off. I swear, I thought the room was going to lift off and fly me back to LA. I requested a new room, they did. It was fine.
Parking. Is it a Hunger Games situation?
My advice? Get there early. Or, be prepared for a short (and potentially freezing) hike. Trust me, you'll need the exercise after all those waffles. And the emotional rollercoaster of the sausage.
**The time my car got snowed in....** Speaking of parking, I arrived super late one night, after a grueling drive where the snow just refused to stop. Found a spot, thought nothing of it. Woke up the next morning to find my poor little sedan completely buried in a mountain of snow. Seriously, I could barely see the roof! The hotel staff was great - gave me a shovel and pointed me towards a warm cup of coffee while I dug myself out. Took HOURS. Was a glorious nightmare. Let me tell you, after that, the *free* breakfast options didn't seem so bad (I was beyond hungry).
Location, Location, Location! Is it actually convenient to… things?
It's not *right in the thick of it*, you know? Like, a five-minute walk from the slopes. But it's not a death march either. You'll probably need to drive to most things, which is standard for Big Bear. Just factor in potential traffic (especially on weekends), and plan accordingly.
The Staff. Will they be friendly? Or are they jaded from dealing with a constant stream of tourists?
Generally, I've found them to be... fine. Sometimes, really friendly. Other times, they seem a little… tired. The key? Be polite. Be patient. And, *for the love of all that is holy*, don't cause a scene. Treat them with respect, and you'll probably get it back. That's how it should work, right?
**My Experience:** One time, the front desk guy was *amazing*. He upgraded my room, gave me extra towels, and even pointed me towards the best pizza place in town. Another time? Let's just say the person behind the desk looked like they hadn't slept in days. Different shift, different person, different vibe. It’s a gamble.
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