My family and I decided we needed a new place to visit this summer. We are accustomed to spending our time away from home with extended family - usually in Illinois or Michigan, occassionally in Florida. I enjoy my family, but it was time for an adventure.
Have you ever slept in a yurt? I thought you had to go to eastern Europe to sleep in one, but right in our own backyard, almost, is a "bed and breakfast" where the guests sleep in yurts. Odd. Trust me, it was like stepping into the pages of Mother Earth News. I half expected to turn around in some time-warped dream to see my children with flowers in their unkempt flowing hair and sundresses and my husband sporting little round sunglasses, a hemp necklace, tied-dyed shirt and, well, the leather sandles he still owns from his California days.
Lovely pastoral setting, rolling hills, cows complaining in their calving, bats and birds, peacocks and guineas, a log heated water heater that delivered hot water to all units including the Japanese soaking tubs (which to my amusement were nothing more than Rubbermaid horse troughs) and herbs - mostly unattended.
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The site of the yurts gave my oldest (potential city dweller) the willies. She was totally undone when she discovered there was no running water and the loo was a port-o-pot 20 yards from the door.
We stayed one day, one night. I loved the night sky. So many stars! The tub wasn't bad. The bed was full-size. We normally sleep on a king. I was sure I wouldn't be able to sleep so close to the main source of heating for our house. But the bed was wonderful - the mattress excellent and sheets soft and scented. The conversation with the head Chinese Herbal Medicine expert netted interesting business snippets, but she wasn't into her medicine that day. (Must have been her day off. . . or an off-day.)
Hubbie and I hiked a trail before a pleasant breakfast that I'm sure wasn't low fat, high fiber, whole foods fare by any stretch of the imagination. And except for the ticks - more in one walk than I saw in one season living in the Ozarks 25 years ago - I enjoyed it!
I'm afraid that was the last straw for my oldest who camped out in our vehicle until check-out time. No hugs for Mommy!

