Though it was spring, the air was cool, the fog was thick and scary. Everywhere we turned, mountains loomed. We stepped inside the front door and into one of the world's most unforgettable hotels. It was like a wrinkle in time. And a house full of ghosts.
Heavy boots hang from ceiling beams.
There was an old-world bar that also serves as the hotel's front desk and several rooms where small groups gathered to drink. The kids immediately felt at home and found an old game parlor with Ping-Pong and pool and skittles. Behind the hotel were an ice-cold pond and a sauna. The rooms, named after peaks, were old and almost comfortable in a dorm-room sort of way. The floors creaked.