The West Mountain Inn is a huge, sprawling white farmhouse home, built in 1810, on 150 mountainside acres in Arlington, Vermont.
It overlooks the Battenkill Valley.
A couple, Mary Ann and Wesley Carlson, opened the building as an inn in the 1970s. One of their daughters, Aimee B. Emmons, a tall, slender blond woman, down-to-earth and friendly, who quietly welcomed us as guests at dinner, took over in 2000.
A line of fluffy clouds formed below the rim of the mountain and looked like mounds of cream whipped up by some giant chef in the sky.
A lone bird flew by in sky and was just a speck on the wide horizon.
Looking to the tops of pine trees, I couldn't help but wonder how many hundreds of years they had been around.
An airplane rumbled by somewhere, unseen, in the sky and then, from far away, came what sounded like the lonely cackle of geese.
Peace, relaxation, de-stressing and sweet solid sleep are all found at The West Mountain Inn.
Just want to note that no compensation of any kind was given for this post on the inn nor do I have any connection except for being a happy former guest!