Ironically, at the last moment Sarah couldn't go. I took a cab to South Station bus station and boarded the Peter Pan line. It delivered me to Never-Never Land. In the pretty resort town, with white wooden houses on streets lined with boutiques and antique shops, a Canyon Ranch van was waiting to drive me to the grounds. Despite the name, Canyon Ranch is neither a ranch nor located in a canyon.
Canyon Ranch is in Tucson, Arizona.
East Coast customers wanted something closer to home. Travel and Leisure Magazine rated Canyon Ranch in the Berkshires the third-best spa in the US for 1999, behind the Tucson Canyon Ranch and Golden Door in San Marcos, California. It offers not just relaxation, but also a physical and psychic tune-up geared towards changing of habits. At least this was something I could take home without squeezing it into my luggage. My suitcases were delivered to one of CR's 127 rooms - large, with thickly carpeted floors, floral curtains, a VCR, and audio player.