The hotel manager assured us there would be room for us to park the truck. And there was, if a line was formed along the back of the lot, although a tree service company from out of town had already parked several trucks of their own there.
Later that evening, out of service and relaxing in our room, the fire alarm began to scream and the fire doors in the hallways slammed shut. I made a mental note of what belongings to grab if we needed to scram while Hoss poked about, trying to figure out what was up. But no announcement was made, no commotion was heard, and the alarm silenced after 15 minutes or so. 'Burnt popcorn', we thought, and went back to relaxing.
I'm realllllllly glad we parked end to end and not side by side.