You can totally have a getaway in the Poconos!
Three words. Bed. And. Breakfast. Two of the greatest things on earth and all nestled into a cozy lodge.
On this trip we stayed at The Mountaintop Lodge at Lake Naomi. It was just as I had hoped. Leather sofas, bookcases and fireplaces. Wood and wood and lots more wood! The room had a fireplace and a cute little bathroom. It was a lovely mini getaway that was definitely appreciated.
Breakfast was delicious and came with the price of the room stay. I ordered a sausage and ham breakfast quiche and my husband ordered french toast with berries. Both of which were delicious! The lodge had its own cafe also so we ordered two mochas and sipped them outside on the deck while looking at the grounds. Absolute cozy heaven.
There are a few things I like most about the winter. Hanging by the fire, ski trips, taking shots from a flask on the ski lift, lodge restaurants (again alcohol), and cozy clothing. Combine all of these things into one weekend and I am happy as can be.
This was the second time I had ever been to a bed and breakfast, and the fourth time I had ever been skiing. I learned how to ski on my third try down the mountain. Something about flying down a mountain on skis without having any control can be fucking terrifying. So I decided on the third try (and with some coaching from a friend), that I was going to figure this out now or head straight to the lodge and call it quits. I am proud to announce that I got the hang of it and now have a great time every time I go.
Before my first ski trip I tried my luck on a snowboard. This mountain had the lodge at the top of the mountain, so you had to go down first then take the ski lift back up. I was pretty scared but thought hey if that little baby that just flew down the mountain on skis with no poles can do it, well shit so can I.
Going down the mountain wasn’t that bad at first (I was holding onto my husband the whole time). I thought if I could just go down like that every time then I would be okay. Once we reached the bottom my husband told me to unstrap one foot and get ready to hop on the ski lift. The chair swings around, I hop on and the safety bar comes down. Okay I’ve got this. Simple enough.
While on the lift I am checking out the scenery which is absolutely beautiful. I see a tree full of bras, which I thought was pretty funny. Then I see the top, and I am pretty confident that I can go down the mountain once more and maybe even let go of my husband. The safety bar goes up I jump up and I put my one unstrapped foot back on the board with the other foot. I push off the chair and then wait a second! Why am I leaning so far forward?! And then SMACK! I am on my ass in front of a bunch of laughing-pimple-faced middle schoolers that most likely had skid marks in their underwear, but no, I am the funny one in this situation.
Pain. Excruciating pain. It felt like my butthole had turned inside out and was just laying dead and lifeless on the snow next to me. I slowly get up, gather dead butthole and then head to the bathroom. I was almost certain it was bleeding. It had to be because of how much pain I felt. I went to the bathroom to check and there was nothing. It was just me staring back at myself in the mirror, defeated. Now I ski.
-You can totally rock that.