Once upon a time there lived an engineer who worked for a power company. He was a rambler…by trade, not by choice…and he trotted off thither and yon to keep Virginian lights shining and Virginian microwave ovens cooking.
As often as he could (but never often enough), he took his wife with him in his travels.
Which is how she found herself curled up in a Victorian wingbacked chair in front of a cheery fireplace in the little mountain town of Warm Springs, VA…with snow falling softly outside and no husband in sight.
Come home, husband! Come home before 7 inches of snow snow you in the power plant and snow me in the B&B!
Not that she would mind being snowed into the B&B. But she would mind it very much if she were snowed in the B&B with no husband.
First of all, they were in a round room.
And everyone knows that round rooms cannot be enjoyed nearly as much alone as with one’s husband.
Second of all, the round room came with a fireplace.
And everyone knows that fireplaces are a husband’s prerogative.
Thirdly, the room had a hot tub. And if that hot tub wasn’t meant to be shared with one’s husband, then the poor wife didn’t know what was.
In desperation at the thought of all this and no husband, the woman jumped up from her seat, donned her coat, and ran to the nearest parking lot.
She started up the little country road at a jaunt.
Look! A snowflake on the camera lens! But alas, no husband in the stream.
Suddenly the shrill ringing of her phone filled the room.
Wife, it’s husband. I’m just about to leave the station! I’m coming home to you!
Husband, be safe. Be careful. Drive slow. Come home to me so we can walk together down the street past the ivy and the stream and the museum and the library and the field and then back into our own cozy little Silo where we can hang our wet things and snuggle by the fire.
I want to be snowed in the B&B with you.
The Gristmill Inn of Warm Springs, VA is not paying me to advertise their facilities, nor do they even know I exist. In fact, the cleaning lady was quite surprised to see me when she came to make the bed (Tim always books through his company, so I hardly ever even get mentioned). But Tim and I have stayed here many times, in many quaint and beautiful rooms, and we love the place (even if this is the first time we’ve had a hot tub). There’s a pool and tennis courts in the summer (okay, they’re there in the winter, too, but just not, shall we say, functional); a breakfast-in-bed (delivered either the evening before or the morning of, depending on preference) that comes in a cute little basket and includes some sort of freshly baked pastry, juice, and coffee or milk; an attached restaurant that Tim tells me is expensive but good (I’ve never been, as he always takes me to the cheap Italian place down the road a bit… 🙂 ); an abundance of nearby hiking and boating and skiing and fishing opportunities; a little fridge; Direct TV; patchy cell phone service; lots of clear air and quiet; free wireless internet; no fast food or traffic lights; and tons of beautiful scenery. In fact, the only thing that they don’t have (or at least, I haven’t discovered yet) is a microwave (today for lunch I had cold, leftover steak and mushrooms. Could have been worse, but sure could have been better)! It’s not the Budget Inn (it’s higher in both price and quality), but if you’re looking for a relaxing little getaway with loads of rustic charm…it’s the perfect spot!
UPDATE: between the writing of this post and its posting, Tim did indeed take me to the Waterwheel Restaurant. It was nice, quaint, and lovely. The service was very good. The Virginia Bourbon Pecan Pie is to die for…even at $6.50/pop. That’s all I know.