We hiked up the Mountain trail at Kakiat park. She thought of a day trip for the three of us, and her favorite place in the world came to mind: Mohonk Mountain House. Frankie had never been; she and I had last gone thirteen years ago.
So she called from right on the trail. The price was right; she read them our credit card number.
We had lunch reservations for the next day–and the right to use the property and its amenities all day.
the sudden excitement of