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Getting Ready for Opening…Anticipation and Adventures

Our opening day is rapidly approaching…Wednesday, April 18. Our anticipation grows and we look forward to seeing old friends and making new ones. As always, the few weeks before we open are busy days as we spring clean and make repairs. But the days are also invariably filled with unexpected adventures and challenges.

On Monday, the first day of cleaning, we discovered a drainage problem around our laundry area. We actually found this in February and thought we had it repaired. But when we started washing all the blankets, spreads, and shower curtains, the drain started backing up again…big time. An emergency call to a repairman that specializes in drains resulted in a day long search for the problem and suspension of all laundry. By days end, the problem was finally located and a temporary fix was done BUT a larger fix that involved tearing up part of the driveway would be necessary. Oh well, I thought, at least we have a plan. But the fun was just beginning.

For Tuesday, we had arranged for a local plumbing company to install a new chlorinator for our water system and replace some shower valves in a few rooms. The chlorinator installation was quick and easy. The shower valves repair is a pretty straight forward, and the repair in the first room went smoothly. However, in the next room, they would have to cut through a tiled wall to create an access hole big enough to install the value. All went well until they discovered a three inch thick solid concrete wall (the inn was built in the 50’s you know). So the rest of the day was spent cutting and drilling through the concrete and removing the old valve. They ran out of time, so that job was suspended as well until the following week. In the meantime the water had to be cut off. So spring cleaning was not possible in that entire building. Good grief I thought, but it has to be done………..

Wednesday had to be better I thought. We planned to take up and replace some flooring in the kitchen damaged by a leaky dishwashing machine. In the middle of the night, a severe storm hit the area, blew down a tree on our property across the utility lines, knocking out all the power to the inn. The flooring folks showed up on time to a dark kitchen. The housekeepers showed up to dark rooms and no heat. The work for both was suspended for the day and I spent the afternoon cutting up the downed tree and cleaning up brush. Not what I panned for the day.

I welcomed Thursday with some dread. The power was back on, the housekeepers were back cleaning rooms and the flooring folks were able to start their task. The old flooring came up easily as we expected, but underneath we found some old 1950s adhesive that could not be removed. We tried everything imaginable, but nothing was working. As we stood in the kitchen discussing options, my phone rang. The call was from the company that monitors our water system. He was calling to inform me that he had just replaced our chlorinator. Remembering the plumber has just installed one on Tuesday I screamed “Stop, I’ll be right there” and ran out of the room to the puzzled looks of the flooring guys and my wife.

The water chlorinator has been a nagging problem for months. I knew I needed a new one, but had run into problems getting anyone to install one including the plumbing company and our water monitoring company. After months and months, they both came within two days of each other and our water company had just taken out a brand new chlorinator and installed his. What are the odds?

As the week came to a close on Friday, The drain repairman had not come back to permanently fix the laundry drain issue or scheduled a time to do so. We were still waiting for the plumber to return and install the shower valve and turn the water back on. After months of delay, I had two companies install a chlorinator within days of each other and I subsequently discovers that neither of them worked. It had been quite a week. But truthfully, it was not unusual. This is the life of an innkeeper and while it can be irritating and frustrating, it is normal.

I love innkeeping and this is just part of it. But there are also parts that include the bonds we share with our guests who become friends. It is sitting around a lazy susan table and enjoying the laughter and a good home cooked meal. It is giving weary people a place to experience nature at is very best and a quiet peace. It is offering a time to rest, refresh, and renew from the anticipation and adventures our week may have brought us.

I wouldn’t have it any other way and there is no place I’d rather be than Hemlock Inn as your innkeeper.

We will open Wednesday, April 18, and hope you will join us this season. I promise we will be ready!

Mort

Kitchen Cabinets, a Leaky Faucets, and a Runaway Truck

The winter months of January, February, and March are important times for us.  The inn is closed and we use that time for rest and renewal before the new season begins in the spring.

But the winter is also the time we use for repair, maintenance and projects.  Last winter, we were able to repair a major water leak under the concrete slab floor in the kitchen, install new mini-split heating and cooling units in seven rooms, and replace carpeting with new hard wood laminate flooring in a few rooms.  There is always a long list of leaks and drips, sticky doors, old door locks that require our attention.  We sleep a little later, but it is not unusual to spend several hours a day just doing odd jobs around our 65 year off facility.

Then there is the unexpected.  These are the events that aren’t planned but come up and require attention.  Sometimes these projects take on a life of their own.  Lainey decided  to paint the kitchen cabinets in our home.  They look great, but it turned into a major reorganization of the entire kitchen.  Some projects uncover more work than planned.  I imagine you may have experienced that for yourself.

But my story here is one I am reluctant to share because it begins with an admission of a careless, stupid act on my part.  So swallowing my pride, here we go…

In December, just as we were closing, I was heading to town for some reason in my 1998 green Ford Ranger pick-up.  You cannot operate and inn without a pickup, so even though it is old and has 130,000 miles of wear and tear, it is a vital part of our operation.  As I was pulling out of the driveway, I remembered our housekeeping staff telling me that a sink valve in the downstairs of Red Cottage was dripping.  All it needed was a washer, but since we were closing for three months, I decided to wait until spring to have a plumber fix a number of jobs we had.  So my plan was to just turn off the supply valve for now.  I pulled up the steep one lane drive to the lower level of the Red Cottage.  Since, I was just going to run in and turn off the valve, I left the engine running, engaged the emergency brake (or so I thought),  left the 5 speed in neutral and hopped out of the cab, leaving the door open.   I took a few steps and reached in my pocket for the door key when I noticed out of the corner of my eye some movement in the truck…..backwards.  The level ground where I had stopped was apparently not so level, and the emergency brake I had set was apparently was just a figment of my imagination.  The truck was picking up speed and heading straight down the steep drive heading toward Galbraith Creek Road and the trees beyond.  My immediate response was to chase the truck, jump in the cab (after all, the door was still open) and stop the runaway vehicle. However, this seemed imprudent as the truck increased speed, veered off the paved driveway, heading through some trees and toward a sharp embankment to the road below.  I stopped and helplessly watched by beloved 1998 truck and hoping there wouldn’t be anyone driving by on the road below.  The truck never made it to the road.  Two trees at the edge of the embankment made sure that wouldn’t happen.  They stopped the truck cold.  I was relieved, but devastated at the same time.  The rear end of the truck was severely damaged.  The rear bumper and the bed was demolished.

Sheepishly, I call Lainey to report that I had just wrecked the truck.  After determining that I was ok and after learning what had happened, her concern turned to laughter.  She was visualizing her 68 year old husband chasing the truck down the drive and couldn’t stop laughing.  Talk about a blow to my ego…

After having the truck towed back up to the drive way, I was surprised to find it was still drivable.  The whole rear of the truck looked just terrible and the truck shimmed a bit as I drove it up the hill to the inn, but there was hope.  Maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as I thought.  Perhaps, just perhaps I could salvage this calamity.  I parked the truck as far away from sight as I could so I wouldn’t have to answer or explain what happened to anyone still at the inn, especially the employees.  I wasn’t ready for the ribbing that would inevitably occur.  For days I wondered what to do.  My preference was to remove the crushed bed and build a new flatbed.  Even though a friend gave me the basics of what to do, I had never tried anything like that wasn’t sure I possessed the skills to take on such a task.  First move was to take it to a body shop for evaluation.  They told me insurance would probably total it.  They discovered the frame was bent that was causing the shimmy.  But I arranged for them to just remove the old bed and straighten the frame.   I picked up the bedless truck a few weeks later and again parked it away from where anyone could see it.  Looking at it, I realized I had come too far.  I had no choice but to build a flatbed, but I had doubts.

For weeks I studied on how I could do this.  I checked out google and would stare at the truck, talk to some friends and stare at the truck, wake up in the middle of the night thinking about it and then go stare at the truck.  Finally at the end of January, when the weather began to warm, I decided to jump in and start something I knew very little about.  I worked a few hours at a time and slowly it began to come together.  In a week, the bed, with removable side rails was completed.  I had not felt such a feeling of accomplishment in a long time. I didn’t want to hide the tuck any longer.  I wanted to parade it down Main Street with a band playing “They said it couldn’t be done.  They said nobody could do it”. For most men with minimal carpentry skills , this wouldn’t have been a big deal.  But for me, it took me out of my comfort zone and even though I didn’t want to admit it, I was proud.

We sometime say a morning blessing at Hemlock Inn that includes the line “ Lord, help us see that it really doesn’t matter what comes our way today, what matters is what we do with what comes our way”.  I’m sure that refers more to matters of the heart and spirit, but I also believe it is meant to encourage all of us to learn to accept what happens, even the little things,  and then have the will to do something about it. Forget about pride and just jump in.  You may be surprised at what you can accomplish. I was………

Mort

 

 

 

 

Changing of the Seasons

Well, I haven’t written a blog in a while and I apologize for not keeping you informed of everything happening around Hemlock Inn.  But now is a good time to bring you up to date.

 

We had a good and busy spring and summer.  We were blessed with many happy guests and families, many of them returning friends.  Spring saw our usual hiking groups and a wedding.  This summer, we hosted about 10 family reunions and witnessed the magnificent total solar eclipse with a large crowd of guests.  This was followed by a retreat group that has been meeting here for over 30 years.  It has been a happy and busy spring and summer.

 

Today is September 1 and the beginning of Labor Day weekend.  For us, it is the unofficial beginning of the fall season.  Schools are back in session, the temps are beginning to cool, and the pace slows for a while…just a while.

 

Today it is raining, the remnants from Hurricane Harvey.  We are not complaining.  After the devastation in Texas, we have no right to complain.  We feel for the residents of that area and their loss and needs.  But we also marvel at the countless responders and volunteers who immediately jumped in to help.  Despite of much we are told, America is full of good people and this is just another reminder of how caring we can be.  It is just unfortunate we have to have a disaster for this reality to come to light.

 

We do not complain about the rain for another reason.  This time last year, we were in the beginning stages of a historic draught that resulted in numerous forest fires in October, November, and December.  We had or own disaster and again many many folks who came to our assistance.  We are blessed.

 

This fall, we have bountiful rain, green grass, full streams and waterfalls.  We are counting on a gorgeous fall color in October and early November.  We already have several groups scheduled to visit in late September and early October.  In October, we will be the place to be to witness nature’s wonder as the green leaves give way to shades of yellow, red, and brown.  It is like our mountains are covered with M & Ms.  We have another wedding scheduled and a big crowd for Thanksgiving week.

 

Then there is the Polar Express, the magical train ride to the North Pole to see Santa.  We will be filled with happy youngsters and their parents for most weekends in November and December.  It is a time filled with joy and laughter.  Boy, we all enjoy that.

 

 

 

 

We are blessed to experience all four seasons at Hemlock Inn.  Each offers something unique and special.  This fall promises to be spectacular.  We still have rooms for you, even in October when the fall colors reach their peak and most Polar Express weekends.  If you have not made a reservation yet, give us a call, send us a message, or use our on-line reservation system.  We are eager to serve you and do everything we can to make your visit memorable in our beautiful mountains

 

We are waiting for you.   Enjoy the season.

The Art of Doing Nothing


 

This morning, after breakfast and after we had finished cleaning up, I spied a guest sitting on our deck looking out over our view.  This is not unusual.  Our guests often sit out there spending time with their friends or family sharing about events of their day or swapping stories of their lives.  But this morning was different somehow.  All the other guests had left.  Some had checked out and were headed home.  Others had already started their activities for the day.  Even her husband had abandoned her for a quick morning nap.

 

I had a hammer and needed to fix something that required driving a nail. I apologized for the noise and quickly finished my job.  The guest was not phased and only said, “That’s Ok.  I’m just sitting here doing nothing”.  She went on to recount how busy their lives had been and they came to the mountains just to get away and do nothing.  They had no agenda, or list of activities.  They just wanted to take some naps, spend some quiet time together, and sit on the porch.

 

This is certainly not a new concept for Hemlock Inn.  We often encourage folks to come relax, refresh and renew. But his morning got me thinking more and more about the Art of Doing Nothing.  Now, this is not a difficult task for us men.  We can easily sit and do or think about absolutely nothing.  Women need to understand that when we say we are not thinking about anything, we really mean it.  Our minds are blank and we are in a zone much like a computer in “sleep mode”.  But I have noticed women are bit different.  Even when relaxing, their mind is going full force, organizing, planning and arranging.

 

The point is we all need to relax more.  Some relax best by doing new and different things.  That’s ok too and we have plenty to do in these mountains from rafting to hiking to site seeing and much more.  The change of pace and location is all they need to relax.  For others, they require a bit more rest and a bit more time to do absolutely nothing.  Our deck, and view, and rocking chairs are just the quiet place for that to be possible.

 

When I was thinking about this topic, I checked the good ole internet for some pertinent quotes from famous people on the benefits of “doing nothing”.  Sadly, I had trouble finding any.  I’m sure exist, but my quick check didn’t uncover any.  The only quotes I found where things like this….

 

“The only man who never makes mistakes in the one who does nothing”

“In any moment of decision, the best thing you can do is right thing, the worse you can do is nothing”

“Idleness is fatal only to the mediocre”

 

We’ll these are all good quotes meant to motivate us and “idleness is the devils workshop” you know. I greatly admire those highly successful individuals who exist on great energy and drive.   But we can’t go nonstop all the time.  We also need time to ramp down.  We are generally more successful when our mind and body has time to renew.

 

Hemlock Inn is great access point to many mountain activates for those seeking an active getaway.  We also offer a place of peace and quiet and the beauty of nature.  We are a great place to come and do absolutely nothing……ahhhh!

2016 in Review

Happy New Year!

It is common practice and at the end of each year for the media and pundits to review the highs and lows of the preceding year.  2016 was an interesting year to say the least… drought and wildfires for us, hurricanes and floods for others, history making championships in baseball and professional basketball, and there was the election.

 

It is tempting to moan and groan about all that has happened.  Some have a tendency to watch too many news and editorial programs that paint pictures of a world filled with gloom and doom.  We have all done that at one time or another.  On the other hand, we can just accept what has happened.  Lainey and I were listening to our local radio station one winter. The announcer was going through some cancellations until she realized they were from the day before.  She immediately stopped and said “Oh, that’s already done and been had” .  Translation… let’s move on.

 

There will be changes in 2017 and there will be challenges as well.  There always is.  We cannot foresee all that is before us.  Some of what we face will be unavoidable.  John Shell, my father-in-law and former innkeeper of Hemlock Inn, used to say a blessing some mornings …”Help us remember that it not so important what comes our way today, what is important is what we do with what comes our way”.  I still say that blessing today because it is still so pertinent.

 

Part of my goals for the coming year is to pay more attention to what is really important…my family, my faith, my friends.  I want to be less influenced by media and others telling me what I should believe and only concern myself with what is true.  I want to be kind, loving, and humble. And I want Hemlock Inn to exhibit the age old values of hospitality, and genuine service to our guests.  I want Hemlock Inn to be a place to escape and a stabilizing influence in unstable times

 

In 2017, we invite you to escape the noise and insane discourse that surrounds us and come visit our inn for some peace and quiet….and stability

 

Mort

Another Update from Hemlock Inn

We have been receiving a number of calls regarding the wildfires in our area, especially in Gatlinburg, Tennessee.  Thankfully, we are fine and not affected by any of the fires.  We do ask for your prayers for our friends and colleagues in Gatlinburg.  It is a dangerous situation there and we need to pray for everyone’s safety.

As I mentioned, we are safe and are operating on a normal schedule.  The Polar Express is also fully operational.  The only inconvenience for our guests coming from Tennessee is that Highway 441 from Galinburg/Pigeon Forge through the Great Smoky Mountain National Park is closed.  Folks coming from that area need to use I-40, to Waynesville, NC, then Hwy 74 W to get to Bryson City.

We do not take our blessings for granted.  This situation could easily been reversed and our inn placed in jeopardy.  Thankfully, we received some rainfall last night and more is forecast for tonight and tomorrow.  Every drop is needed for the fires and our ongoing drought.

Count your blessings, pray for Gatlinburg/Pigeon Forge.  If you have reservations to be here with us in December, do not change your plans.  We will be here and the train will be running

 

Mort

Fire Update from Western North Carolina

Most of you undoubtedly know about the wildfires in Western North Carolina.  We have received calls and emails of concern about our personal safety  and that of Hemlock Inn.  Thank you everyone.  Let me say first and foremost, we are fine and the inn is not in danger.   We are about 10-20 miles away from the nearest fires.  We are experiencing lots of smoke but no flames.  We continue to operate mainly weekends through the end of December, and do not plan any change in our schedule.  We are blessed.

 

But, there are numerous fires in our region, as many as 17-20, and tens of thousands of acres have already been scorched or threatened.  This is a serious situation brought on by a record drought and all the dry falling leaves of autumn.    Firefighters from all over the country are in WNC working around the clock.  We hear that the biggest fire to us, located in and around the Nantahala Gorge, may be fully contained within a few days.  Fortunately, I have not heard of any structures destroyed at this time.

 

We appreciate your concerns and covet your prayers.  We ask that you remember all the firefighters working so hard.  We need to pray for their safety and endurance as they work monstrously long hours.  We also ask that you remember those in this area that are affected by these blazes.  There have been some precautionary evacuations, so lives are being disrupted and adversely affected.  Lastly, we ask you pray for rain, and lots of it.  This is the worst drought I have seen in the 29 years I have lived here.  I am told, it is the worst in 4 decades.  Even when we get the fires under control, we will not be out of danger until we can get some much needed rainfall.

 

Thank you all for your concern.  I once again must repeat….WE ARE BLESSED.  There has been no loss of life or structural damage, and good people are working tirelessly to see none of that happens.  The inn is safe and continues to operate as usual.  We do not take our good fortune for granted and are very appreciative for all of you who are praying on our behalf.

 

Bless you and thanks.

 

Mort

 

The Oak Tree

I am devastated.  My favorite tree on our 57 acres is a large white oak that sits at the end of our parking lot, near the lamppost and walkway up to the inn.  I don’t know how old it is, but it is massive and perfectly shaped and provides shade for our front yard all the way to the Rondette.  It is the tree I see as I sit in the office.  To me, this tree is the symbol of strength, health, and endurance.  I thought it would long out live me.  I was wrong.

Last week, while I was away from the inn, I received a call from one of our housekeepers informing me a large branch had fallen from a tree.  We have lots of trees and this is not an uncommon occurrence.  We have also cut down several trees recently that were potential dangerous. We have also identified several others that would need attention pretty soon.  When the housekeeper called, I was having trouble understanding which tree she was referring to.  I assumed it was one we were watching.   Instead, it was, the big, strong oak tree I loved so much.  When I finally realized this, I was speechless and could not believe it.  I returned to the inn and discovered it was really more than a single branch, nearly half the tree had fallen and was covering half the front yard and the drive way down to the Woody Cottage.  We would have to clean it up fast because we had guests coming for Labor Day weekend, but we had to face another hard reality.  The remaining tree was heavily weighted to one side.  It was safe for now, but we would have to take down the rest of the tree. I grieved.

To me, the oak tree represented Hemlock Inn in a way.  It was a small tree when the inn opened in 1952.  It grew over the years.  It endured storms of wind, rain, lightning, and snow.  It remained strong.  Hemlock Inn has grown over its 64 years from a small 8 room inn open just a few months in the summer, to its current size of 25 rooms, three cottages now open nine months of the year.  It has experienced growth and endured changes.  It has survived the great financial crisis of 2008 that still lingers to some degree.  It has seen changes in guest needs and desires and the challenges of increasing competition in recent years as our area grew and added many more rental rooms and cabins.  But the inn has remained strong because its foundation is sturdy.

The trunk of the oak tree is still sturdy and strong.  But we are told that up 8 or so feet up the tree, where the huge branches begin to spread out, there was a pocket, unseen and unknown to any of us.  Over many, many years, that area collected water.  In the winter, the pool of water would freeze, creating cracks and would be filled with rain water the rest of the year that very slowly ate away at the tree.  The strain finally came too much, and it gave way.  It was a flaw we never knew existed and it secretly ate away at this giant symbol of strength.

There is a lesson there I guess.  Perhaps we should all realize we may have little secret flaws in how we handle our lives that need attention before they grow and cause major damage.  Or perhaps, we can recognize that some folks have physical issues that affects their lives.  We need to love them more and admire them for staying strong under conditions we do not experience.  Maybe the real lesson here is that no matter what, our base, our foundation of beliefs, and actions must remain firm at all cost.  Our branches may fall and may threaten our way of living, but our being is intact.

 

I will miss the oak tree, but its usefulness will continue.  We are asking the tree cutters to save the lumber.  We will eventually cut it into the proper length and spilt it for firewood.  Then every time we build a morning or evening fire, we can not only bask in the glow of the blaze, but also remember the big oak and give thanks for its years of shade and coolness and now its warmth.

 

Once we remove the big oak, we will see another oak as well as a dogwood just behind it in the woods surrounding the Rondette.  They will now have more room to expand and grow. Perhaps, in time, we will marvel at this marvelous and splendid tree.  Life continues to throw us curves, only to bless us as well.

 

Mort

 

 

Checkout Time is 11:00am

 

 

Our Sunday routine is pretty simple, just like all our other days.  We ring the bell and serve our family style home cooked breakfast promptly at 8:30am.  Sunday’s breakfast is always scramble eggs, cheese grits, local sausage and gravy (store bought sausage just doesn’t cut it), fresh strawberries from a local farm, biscuits, and bran muffins.

Most folks finish around 9:00-9:15am unless they have a few stories to tell their table mates. Sunday is a “turnover day”.  Most of the guests checkout to head back home.  It is usually one of the busiest mornings of the week for us.  Checkout time is 11:00am.  This is pretty standard.  It’s not too early and gives the guest plenty of time to pack the car, pay their bill, and depart.  And it still gives housekeeping ample time to clean the rooms for the next guest.  So after breakfast, some of the guests work their way into the office to “settle up” and some return to their rooms to clean up, pack, and get ready to leave.  Most Sunday mornings…..most guests….but not always.

 

The mixture of guests this weekend included a small family gathering (do I ever write a post or blog without mentioning family reunions or gathering?), a variety of couples both young and older and a single lady who came to the mountains to visit the casino in Cherokee to play live poker.  After breakfast, some gathered on the front porch to visit just a bit longer, some took their last cup of coffee out to the deck to sit and take in the beauty and coolness of mountain mornings.  Often you can catch the glimpse of a deer in the meadow below the deck.  This morning, someone spotted a small red fox near one of the cottages.

 

The moments continued and it wasn’t too long that I heard the sound of bean bags striking our corn hole platforms.  It seems a spontaneous game had broken out in one of the families and there was a spirited game on the front lawn.  I smiled as I listened to the laughter and ribbing that ensued.  I glanced out the once and was surprised to see one of the contestants was our lady gambler and she was having a ball.  I’m not sure how many games were played, but it took on a life of its own and no one was in a hurry to stop.  Another game started as soon as one was completed.

 

Around 10:00am, the games subsided and the family members sunk back into the rocking chairs to have one last conversation.  I assumed our lady gambler had gone to her room, because I knew she was eager to make her way to the casino.  I expected her to go last night after dinner, but she told me she was just too tired and wanted to rest.  I thought she would leave directly after breakfast, but she was the last one to finish her meal and the first one to join in the corn hole tournament.

 

Cleanup in the dining room was almost complete and I worked my way to the office to assist those checking out when I heard voices on the back patio and a clattering racket.  I recognized it immediately.  Someone had found the Skittles Game, an old mountain game where you wrap string around a spindle, pull it as hard as you can to get the spindle spinning in an attempt to knock down as many wooden pins as you can.  I peeked around the door to discover an eleven year old girl and , you guessed it, our gambling lady giggling as they played the game over and over.

 

Finally, around 10:45am , the game suddenly stopped when the lady checked the time.  She smiled and told her new friend she had to go to her room.  It was almost time to leave.  I smiled too, reflecting on our guests who met new friends and enjoyed themselves up to the last minute.   I didn’t mind they played so long.  It was only 10:45 and after all, checkout wasn’t until 11:00.

 

See you next trip

“We were looking for a place like this…”

 

Our Memorial Day Weekend just ended and it was a good one.  It was good not only because we had lots of folks here, but also because of the quality of those guests.

First, we had a family reunion consisting of old friends and regular guests from Oklahoma enjoying a special time together.  There were other repeat guests here as well, coming for another “Hemlock Experience”.  We love our regulars and are humbled they return to visit so often.  But we also had a fair number of guests who were here for the first time.  We like to spend as much time as we can with every guest, but we are always intrigued by new folks.  We can’t wait to sit down over dinner and get to know them. The group this weekend was especially delightful.

The first that comes to mind was a young couple from London.  They flew into Atlanta late at night for a two week visit to the states.  Hemlock Inn was their first stop.  They loved their stay in our mountains, spending their days hiking in the Smokies and seeing all they could before heading to Nashville, Memphis, and New Orleans.  Someone at their table asked them how they ended up at our small inn in a small town in western North Carolina.  I was not at their table for this conversation, but was told their response was …”We were looking for a place like this…”.  They wanted a place that was small and friendly; that was steeped in the culture of the area and whose food was genuine cuisine of the region.  They were delighted to discover an added bonus with our family style meals and lazy susan tables.  They loved getting to know other guests and sharing experiences.   They were not looking for cookie cutter place and certainly not a chain with everyday meals.  They wanted a unique experience and found it.

First of all, it goes without saying that our guests love visiting the area with its natural beauty and outdoor activities. But that conversation peaked my interest and I started paying more attention than usual as to why our new guests specifically chose our inn when they decided to visit the area.  What I discovered was heartwarming and affirming.   Some were referred by friends telling them if they came to this area, they HAD to stay at Hemlock Inn (there is no greater compliment than to have our guests refer their friends to visit us). Character and real homespun hospitality was very important to others.  It was important to them to find a place that was genuine and exhibited the values they admired.  Most found us on searches using the internet or social media, but all were looking for something different than the routine.  They wanted an experience, not just a room.  None of our new guests this weekend knew anyone else here when they arrived, but they left with hugs and exchanged addresses.

Summer is upon us.  Schools will be letting out for the summer soon and the traditional vacation season will begin.  We encourage you and your family to take trip and experience America.   There are wonderful things to see and do all throughout our country.  And there is no substitute for family time.  If your travels brings you to the Great Smoky Mountains in Western North Carolina, we invite you to try Hemlock Inn.  If you have been here before, you know what to expect.  If you have never visited us, you may find that we were just the place you’ve been looking for….

Hope to see you soon

Mort