Pocono Mtn.

Years ago, fall 2017, we stayed with friends at their dope ass Mountain Lodge. The setting was perfect, we rolled up in the hills of 81 North, toward Wilkes-Barre/Scranton. The Yankees were in the ALCS, playing on a Friday and Saturday night, against the Houston Astros. The leaves were turning their furious fall colors of blood reds and orangy orange and piss yellow. I think I saw a few purples. We get to the Lodge just in time for first pitch. We're all hypes, we're all Yankee fans. Aaron Judge and his rookie season, baby!

The Lodge is reminiscent of the resort portrayed in the Shining. No, for real. The place was built in 1970. Almost like the author visited this place before he penned the Shining. The similarities were stunning. All the decor was straight from the 70's and immaculately maintained. Either the place was lightly used or the level of opulence in its maintenance was superbly stellar. I took a few pics but I don't know if the owners want their family retreat splashed across my visions of an Esquire magazine for mountain lodges. I visioned 70's themed photo shoots, old school R&B providing the fuel for the fireplaces in the bedrooms, the intercom system put to use to summon guests and family to the bar in the basement (that has a lakeview). The professional grade, Brunswick pool table called me. I was missing a cigar and smoking jacket, though. Bumper pool, ping pong, bikes in the garage, ice skates, oversized/outdoor bowling. The outdoor dog run handed me thoughts of nostalgia, unfenced thoughts. All was here. It is a masterpiece of a lodge with bounding potential and a transport back into the time that birthed me. Our friends and host were gracious to grant me permission to devote my affection for their Lodge, right here on my blog. Thank you friends and Super Hosts! Sidenote: The Astros were stealing signs, the Yankees were robbed.