We hiked up the Mountain trail at Kakiat park. She thought of a day trip for the three of us, and her favorite place in the world came to mind: Mohonk Mountain House. Frankie had never been; she and I had last gone thirteen years ago.

So she called from right on the trail. The price was right; she read them our credit card number.

We had lunch reservations for the next day–and the right to use the property and its amenities all day.

hilltop view

the sudden excitement of

a “staycation”