Here is the idea:  There are those city dwellers that love the agricultural and natural environs, but do not care for dried flowers or the baskets they live in... they come to see cows, pigs and birds.  They like the rolling vistas and the secluded hikes; they like picnics at Tanglewood and swimming at midnight.  When they bring their kids, they like having them to themselves.

It is a place of refuge; a place of fine restaurants and great performances; it is the quick way out of the city.  The woods and hills of the country mark the escape for the mind and spirit of those entwined in the hyperactive grind of city life; they come, they love, they return with vigor...

The nice little car is kept in the garage... we feel terrible when the motel car is nicer than the guests' car...  swamp land anyone?

Lobby pic when snowing... and other snowing pictures...