I’ve been in and out of New York lately–Philly, Delaware–and then away on a business trip during the week last week. And I’ve barely been knitting. But happily that business trip (a workshop retreat) was in a gorgeous place. The Mohonk Mountainhouse in Mohonk, NY, was like something out of either The Shining or Dirty Dancing. I know those two movies aren’t usually confused, but believe me.
In between sessions one day, the group of us got in rowboats and floated around the lake. In my one free hour on the last full day, I bolted to the top of a mountain. It was amazing.
Edited to add: Did I neglect to say that I want to go back here IMMEDIATELY and even LIVE HERE and I encourage you all go splurge on a stay ASAP? GO. I was eyeing the girls working the boat docks, thinking, “how much you think they make in a year?” Something came over me here, and I was totally at peace. I hope it has such an effect on everyone. (Note: I do not get kickbacks from this place. But if they wanted to comp me a weekend, I would not refuse! Hi, Mohonk People? Let me back in!)