We ended our week at a breathtaking resort that happens to be a National Historic Landmark. Mom was in awe of the mountains and beautiful 100 year old hotel.
She said high end historic luxury is similar to the average grandmother's house in Georgia: decorative plates hang on the wall,
dead animal heads serve as focal points,
and oval glass tops polished wood tables.
They even have vacuum cleaners you can wear on your back! I know two women for whom that would be a perfect Christmas gift idea, and their names start with "Mom" and "Nana Mugs".
Dad geeked out over the fact that this hotel hosted the Bretton Woods Monetary Conference after World War II, establishing the World Bank and IMF.
It even has "The Cave" that was formerly a speakeasy during Prohibition. We showed Ryan the cave "dungeon" and threatened to call the police to send him there every time he had one of his raging screaming tantrums.
The moaning, hissing, century-old radiators in each room gave credence to this gorgeous hotel's reputation for being haunted. It didn't remind us of the Overlook Hotel from The Shining at all... a remote snow-covered resort nestled in the mountains, containing a possessed little boy in the middle of the toddler version of a nervous breakdown. At least there was no red lipstick message of REDRUM on the mirror.
And no creepy little child ghosts.
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