While she enjoyed her first ever room service experience, he enjoyed a little time golfing. It's not really his sport (although he does love whacking those balls around every few years and has been known to [along with his brothers] rough up a few golf carts in his day), the opportunity to play on one of the country's premier courses right outside our door was not something to be resisted. And he behaved, returning the golf cart in fine working order.
Plus, snacks were served in cedar chests along the course. I should have gone too...
After Emily finished her breakfast she had an appointment at the spa for her first real manicure. As for me, I felt like I had the full treatment and never even left the waiting room... the images above were all taken in the there. Heaven.
She was told to relax for an hour while her nails fully dried... not a problem.
As we were leaving the spa (which felt like the inner sanctum of this resort) we visited the sauna, 'locker' rooms, non-poolside jacuzzi, etc.
Oh my. We are not in Kansas anymore.
It is so bike friendly here. How easy to bike up to a cafe and have lunch, then get back on the trail. Reminds me of how snowmobiling is in Northern Maine. Wishing we brought our bikes, but I do think we'll be renting some today or tomorrow. There is so much to do...
Though golf isn't his sport, hiking and fly fishing are. A true fly fishing shop is not something we see everyday back home so he did find himself a little sanctuary in there. Plus, he found some essential gear that he's been in need of. He heads out fishing soon, I think tomorrow morning. The guy who owns the shop told us people freely and safely eat the fish they catch up here which is not something we can do in Connecticut for health reasons. I could see the nostalgia in Adam's eye, his own youth lived in these mountains and plenty of teenage weekends spent hopping on dirt bikes and not returning home for a couple days. Camping and living off the fish they caught and the apples and blueberries they wild-harvested. It's always hard for him to return south after our time here. Someday, we won't be returning south.
This trip is so wild for us, unlike anything we've ever done. Spas and fancy golf mixed with crazy vertical hikes and the gathering of a few final plants for our budding little homestead garden back home.
We have this place almost to ourselves. Have you noticed how few people are in my photos? Apparently July 4th is the true start of the season and then of course foliage and ski season are busy too. Early to mid-June is the time to be here for folks like us who aren't so much into crowds. Although rumor has it Wayne Gretzky is in room 384... so it's us and The Great One! We don't put special emphasis on "celebrity status," preferring to think we're all pretty fantastic. But I'm not gonna lie, along with Mother Teresa, Jesus, Emily Dickinson, and the Dalai Lama, Wayne Gretzky is definitely on the short list of "famous" people my husband would love to meet.
Maybe he'll be on the trail or at the swimming hole later today, that's where we're headed.
