We were not to find out definitively, because the Stanley Hotel Ghost and History Tour ($15/person), which we showed up to at noon after a sound, spirit-free night's sleep and a mildly overpriced breakfast in town, only covers the main hotel -- that's maybe its own answer right there, I guess. At any rate, the tour offers more "history" than "ghost," but it's still pretty interesting, and clocking in at close to two hours, offers plenty of bang for the buck. We also got a really good tour guide.
I've been on some pretty shitty tours in my life -- I still get tired every time I think about a certain candy factory -- and this was not one of them. Guide Kevin Lofy's presentation was interesting and well rehearsed, and while too much rehearsal can sometimes be the death of the material, he still seemed genuinely excited to be telling us about it. Starting out in the gambling room of the hotel, Lofy began with a short discussion of the various incarnations of The Shining, noting that the he's less enthusiastic about Kubrick's version of the story -- which alludes to and is "set" at the Stanley but not in any way filmed there -- than he is about Stephen King's The Shining, the 1997 miniseries directed by the author and filmed entirely at the actual hotel. (Just for the record, I felt like Lofy and I could maybe be friends, but I'm pretty sure I ruined it when I pointed out the Stephen King's The Shining was terrible, which seemed to really irk him. Seriously, though, Stephen King is not a filmmaker. Anyone ever seen Maximum Overdrive?) Every good story needs a hero and a villain, and the Stanley's story according to Lofy has both. The hero: Freelan Oscar Stanley, the hotel's founder and all around genius: He invented the Stanley steamer, a steam car that broke land-speed records in its time, and a technology that revolutionized photography; plus, he built violins that still have a reputation for excellence, was a philanthropist, and rocked at basically everything he did. He had a fleet of Stanley Steamers to take guests up to Estes to stay in his hotel, Lofy mentioned, and he used to pay a guy to jump out in front of the cars on their way up in a bear suit. "Stanley had an awesome sense of humor," he mused. The villain: Windham Thomas Wyndham-Quin, the 4th Earl of Dunraven, a guy who not only looks like Snidely Whiplash, but also was just kind of a dick -- the type of guy to fish with dynamite. He eventually got ran out of town when his scheme to buy up fraudulent land-claims to create a hunting preserve was discovered by the feds, but he's a part of the Stanley's history, because the land he'd accumulated became the basis for the town of Estes Park. At any rate, his ghost reputedly still haunts room 401, the old nannie's quarters, where he feels up women when they go into the closet because he was also a brothel owner and a pervert. We learned about a few other ghosts along the way, but our stay at the Stanley otherwise passed without incident, except for all the times after the tour my girlfriend got "Dunravened." Sadly, she still doesn't think that joke is funny.