Although I was suffering from chest congestion and cough, I was looking forward to our overnight stay at the historic Bedford Springs Resort, just south of the turnpike at Bedford, and a four-day visit with the family. On the way through Bedford, we stopped at a cool little shop with a mix of antiques and folk art, and then had a hot cup of java at the coffee shop next door called "HeBrews."
I had heard a lot about Bedford Springs several years ago when the Pennsylvania Historical and Museum Commission was working closely with a developer to rescue the old hotel from its dilapidated state. Omni Hotels spent millions to renovate what was basically an early-19th century resort for "taking the cure" in the magical waters of the surrounding springs.
We enjoyed the beautiful room, even though I had to sit up in a chair all night to avoid suffocating, and had fun exploring all of the "galleries" that front each of the buildings, added on as the hotel grew. After a buffet breakfast, we packed up, checked out, called the valet to bring the Box, and headed back to the turnpike, even though the Box kept drifting in the direction of nearby Gravity Hill, perhaps in an attempt to discover the mystery of that freakish place.
The Box endured day after day of snow showers in what looks like a black and white world.
Susanne enjoys the folk art shop in Bedford.
A cozy and comfortable room at Bedford Springs
Christmas tree in the main lobby
The pool gallery
Restored swimming pool
Our favorite cozy nook near the elevator
Madame prepares herself for dinner.
In the morning, the Box arrives
as if by magic from the parking area.
We say farewell and head to the turnpike.
The Box attempts to dock with a coffee truck
in order to satisfy Susanne's mania for java.
A bright and cheery welcome at New Brighton!
Cole and Chloe work out a computer problem.
"Happy Birthday, dear Sarah..."
I bought Sarah this garden lantern
from a friend who is a potter.
The glow from the tree says,
"Merry Christmas to all."