Best Western Indian Oak – Chesterton, Indiana
Where the Water’s Murky, and So is the Mood
You’re not checking into the Best Western Indian Oak for the glamour. This isn't a destination. It's a pause—off the interstate, somewhere between where you were and where you’re going. A place with just enough soul to avoid feeling soulless.
The room? Decent. Not trying to impress, and that’s fine. A bed to crash on. A bathroom that works. You’re not expecting art on the walls or mints on the pillows. You’re expecting clean sheets, a lock that clicks, and maybe a TV that still has cable. You get that.
The balcony—now that’s the surprise. Small, sure. But it stares out at a strange, murky little lake or pond or... something. The kind of body of water that looks like it holds secrets. Maybe an old tire. Maybe a mafia footnote. But somehow, it’s still peaceful. Like Indiana decided it had one last sunset to show you, just to make you stop and breathe for a second.
No elevator, though. Two floors, and you’re hoofing it if you're upstairs. Not the end of the world, but if you’ve got heavy bags or bad knees, it’s the kind of detail that bites.
And yet—for a quick stop, it does the job. No frills, no fanfare, no apologies. Just a motel clinging to a lake like it knows something you don’t.
You check in, you sleep, you move on. Sometimes, that's all you need.