Any time we go away and my D90 comes with us I have to milk as many posts out of it as possible.  This is a good example of that.

Technically, we stayed at a Bed and Breakfast.  In reality, we had a house to ourselves.  There was a legitimate Bed and Breakfast, called Old Field House, but the building we stayed in was a single house about a half mile away from the main building.  Our building was called Holiday Ridge.  It had four bedrooms, a fire place in the center of the living room, a nice deck on the back of the house, a private hot tub (that was a huge selling point for us), a nearly vertical drop behind the house, and the previously mentioned spiral staircase of death and doom.  It also had a full kitchen and dining room.

Here you see the futon we used a couple of times, as well as the top of the spiral staircase of death and doom.

Here we see the fireplace. Note the comfy chair behind the fireplace. It was in fact very comfy. Too comfy. Once I sank into it I had a legitimately difficult time getting out of it.

Here are the glass doors to the back deck as seen at night.

Here are the glass doors to the back deck as seen in the morning light.

This is the back deck, following Friday night’s rain. This was a really great spot, but it was way too cold to make use of it. Should we ever find ourselves back here in the summer we will definitely make better use of this.

The room felt a little dated.  Not much though.  The bedrooms down stairs were much more so.  The furnishings could probably go for an update.  We slept in the master bedroom the first night but the bed had a serious sag into the middle.  The rest of the time we slept in one of the other bedrooms and it was 100 times better.  Still, we did not pick this place for the bedroom decor.  We picked it for the hot tub.  Yes, we did.

The tub is outside, below the back deck.  It’s not as private as we hoped it would be.  It was private in that we didn’t have to share it.  It was not private in that there was a house next door that could see it.  My wife has a seriously bad back.  I have a bunch of regular aches and pains in my back and my feet (and my brain, har har).  The air temperature ranged from the high 20’s to the mid 30’s.  Getting from the house to the hot tub took about five steps, but damn those were a cold five steps.  Once we were in the 100 degree water though.  All of our aches and pains washed away.  We both just sat there, melting.  I could have spent the whole weekend in there.  Hell, I could have slept in there.

We didn’t see a single wild animal during our stay.  We were hoping to see a moose, or even a bear.  Assuming, of course, that said moose and bear were close enough for us to see them, but far enough away for them to not be able to see us.  Get it?  At one point I had to go outside after dark to put the cover on the tub.  I had this crazy thought go through my head as I stepped outside that some mountain lion or something was going to try to drag my fat ass off.  I figured if I got jumped by a cat I would try and flip us both into the tub.  Cats hate baths, right?  That would probably be enough to save my life, right?  Right?