Little St. Germain

Saturday, August 8

After more sleep, we rolled out and hit the pool -- good waterpark entertainment for the kids -- then drove by the high school where Jack taught. We decided the track is still the same as when he coached there.

With Joan in the car, we drove onto the lake -- Little St. Germain -- and the Idle Hours resort (I use the term "resort" loosely; if you're thinking of booking a spa-like resort w/ big fluffy towels and robes to crawl into, champagne on ice awaiting you in your room, an expert massuese ready to remove all the travel pains you've accrued in your drive/flight here, succulent 5-course meals...you'll need to go somewhere else.)

We've got wood cabins, no towels, a TV with one or two channels on a good day, no restaurant, I can't even find a coffee filter, the huge decadent looking tub downstairs doesn't generate much hot water...you get the picture.

Still, we enjoy the place, the people who run it are good to us, the lake is gorgeous and immediately accessible, occasionally someone (other than myself) catches a fish and we pack ourselves into our cabins (typically 3, this year 2) so by the time the week ends we're all ready to go!

I must also add that, judging by stories of past Weber vacations, this place is 5 star.

Re: arrival -- we got in mid afternoon, unpacked, hit Mass, ate frozen pizzas and caught up with the half of the group that trickled in. On Sunday most of the rest will arrive. May the weather be friendly!