Scott and I escaped to Sun Valley, Idaho for a one night stay while Grammer and Papa kept the kids. It was perfect. Relaxing for sure. At the end we decided the theme for this getaway was . . . quiet.
quiet hotel . . . We checked in and the staff was super attentive. Taking us up to our room, showing us around. She informed us that we were the only ones on our side of the hallway so we had the entire balcony to ourselves. Nice! Before leaving she said, "Make sure you let us know what time you want breakfast." How about 8:30? "Okay, I'll let Sandy know."
We lounged in our room watching tv, napping, enjoying the view and the absolute quiet that surrounded us. Ahhhh.
Later we left for dinner and were greeted by smiling faces at the front desk and they waved us on our way. On our return, again their ultra-attentiveness was peaked and they asked where we dined and how the meal was. (Ketchum Grill -- excellent. I had shrimp cakes, duck, and rhubarb crisp with vanilla bean ice cream.) On our way up to the room I told Scott, "I think we're the only ones staying here tonight." There had been other people on the grounds for a party and dining at the inn's restaurant. But the way the staff was super clued into our every movement made me feel like we were their top (and only) priority that evening.
quiet breakfast . . . . Morning came and we came down to the breakfast cafe room. It was empty -- no guests, no staff. But every table was set with silverware and white cloth napkins. The serving counter held trays of hot biscuits, bacon, scrambled eggs with herbs, banana bread, fruit salad, homemade granola, juices and milk. It was delicious. We sat there alone, no one to bother us and we soaked up the quiet stillness, giggling every once in a while at the odd scene we were a part of. We grabbed our things from our room and when we returned to the main floor the doors to the breakfast cafe were closed and it was dark inside.
And we instantly realized . . . they made that breakfast just. for. us.
And our walk into the parking lot confirmed my earlier suspicions. Ours was the only car in the lot. We had just spent an evening in a 26-room inn all by ourselves.
quiet shopping . . . we were there on day 1 of the summer season for this resort town, so it was still pretty empty. We walked up and down the streets looking into shops, trying to keep our jaws off the floor at the outrageous prices for everything, and stocked up on some Rocky Mountain chocolate.
quiet gondola ride . . . Once the doors closed on the gondola it was like the outside world went on mute and it was just us, and a beautiful view as we rode up the mountain.
quiet mountain top . . . just check out this view.
and a quiet outdoor lunch at 7700 feet. The Roundhouse restaurant and grill is located mid-way up Bald Mountain. Quite the view and quite the elevation to take in a great summer lunch.
Scott took matters into his own hands and brought his own diet Pepsi up the mountain -- everywhere we went they served only Coke and he does not do Coke. He was now a happy camper.
quiet drive . . . an hour and 40 minutes each way, we leisurely drove without time constraints, I learned a bit more about Idaho geology (who knew they had fields of volcanic rock in Idaho), we tried to imagine the possible delivery or carry-out methods for a 52 inch pizza that was advertised on a marquee in Shoshone (still stumped on that one), admired the dozens of private jets at the Ketchum airport (wonder if any celebrities were in town), and just because we felt like it we pulled in at the Trading Post for a look around at wall to wall Native American merchandise and ended up buying souvenirs for the kids. Rain stick, piece of quartz, and a rabbit's foot.
So that was our quiet, relaxing, fill our bellies full of delicious food getaway. Thanks Scott for planning everything. Love ya.
And now I need to get to the business of eating the ginormous bag of fresh kettle corn he just walked in with. He knows the way to my heart.
