On Friday, after our friends left we explored town. Then we came back to the hotel for a nap since neither Gene nor I had slept well the night before. Gene slept. I gave up, grabbed my copy of The Shining by Stephen King that I'd purchased in the gift shop and headed downstairs to read. On either side of the desk there are groupings of large comfy leather chairs in front of blazing fireplaces just begging to be curled up in. I accepted their invitation, tucking my feet under me and relaxing into the book, the coziness, and the view out the windows overlooking the town.