With shiny new Nike golf shoes and a cute — but functional — golf outfit in tow, I headed to Highlands, N.C., last weekend for my first golf lesson. Little did I know that Mother Nature had other plans.
As I’ve mentioned in previous blogs, I’ve become a pretty avid golf fan. But the last time I “swung” a club was to play putt putt in elementary school. So I decided to try my hand at golf — and decided what better place to do so than at Old Edwards Inn and Spa in Highlands (OEI).
First a disclaimer: portions of this visit were comped (see my Blogstitution for the belle’s policy on this). One of the main reasons I accepted this offer from OEI is because I knew I would have a positive experience. The customer service and amenities at the inn are unlike anything I’ve experienced anywhere else; it is one of my favorite vacation spots. (Click here for the blog I wrote last winter about the award-winning spa.)
My boyfriend and travel buddy, Mark, and I arrived at the inn on Sunday. The air was crisp and cool and the leaves on the trees had started to turn shades of yellow and red. The sky was a bit overcast, but I kept my fingers crossed that the rain would hold off until after my Monday afternoon golf lesson.
After enjoying a drink in the Wine Garden (and watching the end of the Falcons game), we were escorted up to our gorgeous spa suite. Aside from the fact that this room is outfitted with everything from a fireplace to a Jacuzzi-style bathtub, the real advantage is that guests in these suites have direct access to the spa area. (Click here for photos of the room and the entire trip.)
You don’t have to walk outside or go through the reception area; you just put on your slippers and robe and take the elevator down to the spa area. And whether you’ve booked a spa service or not, all OEI guests have access to the Jacuzzi, steam room, special showers and meditation room. So you can come and go as you please when staying in one of these rooms.
Before dinner, I enjoyed a bath in our Jacuzzi tub, jets on high (perhaps the best bathtub I have ever been in). Then Mark and I enjoyed a drink in the inn’s Hummingbird Lounge before moving on to dinner in OEI's main restaurant, Madison’s.
The thing that I love about my experiences at the inn is that they are consistently good. From the exquisite dishes created in Madison’s to the way staff members are always checking to ensure that your visit is going well and you have all that you need, OEI pays attention to detail, which translates into guests feeling like they are staying in the comfort of their own luxury home rather than a hotel. The inn is much like the rich and tasty truffle macaroni and cheese served in Madison’s — it's comforting and cozy with an air of sophistication.
Dinner was delicious — I had a beef tenderloin that was cooked to perfection and melted in my mouth. Afterward, Mark and I shared one of the complimentary Dove ice cream bars (provided in the inn’s Butler’s Pantry) and then tucked ourselves into bed.
Evidently my crossed fingers didn't do much good, because Monday morning I awoke to the sound of the wind blowing through the trees and the “pitter pat” of rain. I knew that this did not mean good things for my golf outing, but the Pollyanna in me refused to accept that I wouldn’t at least get to swing a club…
Stay tuned for next week’s blog to find out whether Mother Nature rained on my parade or if the Pollyanna in me was right. Have you “liked” FWAB on Facebook? If you haven’t, click here, and help me get to 200 “likes.”