Straddling the Franco-Italian border is the mighty Mont Blanc/Monte Bianco. The second tallest mountain in Europe at more than 15,700 feet, the mountain can be accessed by tourists in both Italy and France, but the experiences are different enough to warrant doing both.
Atop Mont Blanc
My visit on the Italian side occurred on a sunny, warm September day with a ride on the revolving gondola leaving from Skyway Monte Bianco in Courmayer.
Atop Monte Bianco, the highest point in Italy
The Italian experience is, for lack of a better word, gentler than its French counterpart. The slope up is more gradual and takes you to 11,000 feet.
Hikers/climbers on Monte Bianco
One stop on the rotating cable car ride up Monte Bianco is at the Alpine Botanical Garden Saussurea, named after the Frenchman, Horace Benedict du Saussure who, in 1786, made the first recorded ascent of the mountain.
Alpine Botanical Garden
The garden is covered in snow most of the year, but is typically visible late June through September.
Skyway Monte Bianco stop at the botanical garden
The ride up Mont Blanc on the French side is a steep, jaw-dropping ascent via the Aiguille du Midi Cable Car which departs from Chamonix, site of the first Winter Olympics. At times on this cable car, you feel like you’re literally scaling the side of the mountain straight up.
A view from inside the cable car
The views from 12,605 feet on the French side are spectacular.
Atop Mont Blanc
I journeyed up the mountain from Chamonix in late October and the temperature was a brisk 35 degrees farenheit.
Snowy vista
The ability to build structures on top of the world never ceases to amaze.
Homage to alpine engineering
The maintenance on said structures is equally mind-boggling. A maintenance worker dangling off the side of the viewing platform I was in was kind enough to let me capture the moment.
Imagine a job requiring mountain climbing skills
When I wore a younger woman’s clothes, I dabbled in rock climbing. As a novice, I topped out at about 200 feet. The adrenalin rush of successfully scaling that small height was phenomenal. Kudos to a couple of mountain climbers I spotted from the safety of a viewing platform on Mont Blanc. Total respect for the effort involved. Enjoy the adrenaline!.
Ascending Mont Blanc the hard way
It’s humbling to view the world from atop the mightly Mont Blanc. The mountains are massively permanent while I am a passing speck in their timeless splendor. I count it a privilege to bask in their presence.
Massive glaciers repeatedly advanced down from the Alps over the last couple million years, gouging out deep valleys like Aosta, my homebase in Italy from September through October this year.
As these huge glaciers retreated, they left behind basins that filled with water. This is how large lakes like Como, Garda, Maggiore, and Lugano formed. I visited Lake Como in 2024 and admired its blue depths (+1300 feet in some spots) and picturesque shoreline.
Villa on Lake Como
Lake Maggiore is no less beautiful. I journeyed to Stresa, a resort town on its shores during my Aosta stay. Boats run from the waterfront to the Borromean Islands, home to palazzos, villas, a fishing port and museums.
Wind in stone sail.
Despite a lovely marble sculpture depicting a sailboat, I saw not one on Maggiore the day I visited. Only ferries taking visitors to the islands glided across the water.
Lake Maggiore
Big lakes aside, during my two-month sojourn in Aosta Valley I focused on smaller alpine lakes (tarns) that form in bowl-shaped hollows scooped out near mountain peaks fed by snowmelt and glacial runoff even today.
These alpine lakes are a fraction of the size of their large cousins, but no less beautiful. There are hundreds of them in Italy!
Lago Blu, located at 6,496 feet above sea level, is known for reflecting the mighty Matterhorn.
Lago Blu with the Matterhorn in the distance.
It’s such a beautiful little lake and so accessible that I ended up visiting it twice during my sojourn in the Alps.
Lago Blu is more green than blue.
Lake Verney offers an entirely different experience — quiet, tranquil simplicity at 6,850 feet above sea level. It covers 49 acres, making it the largest glacial lake in the Aosta Valley.
Lake Verney
Hiking trails abound around alpine lakes and Lake Vernay is no exception. A nice, flat trail encircles the large lake.
It is less than an hour’s drive from Aosta to Switzerland. About 15 minutes across the Swiss border in Valais is lovely Lake Champex.
Lake Champex is 4,823 feet above sea level.
A charming mountain village of the same name, Champex, borders the lake at the foot of the Mont Blanc massif.
We strolled around the lake watching several fishermen haul in small trout and stopped for a café at a lakeside restaurant.
Lake Champex is quite picturesque.
If you travel to Switzerland via the Grand St. Bernard Pass road, you’ll drive right by the Great St. Bernard Lake, sitting 8,028 feet above sea level. You have to time it right, however, as the road is closed from mid-October to late May/early June.
Great St. Bernard Lake
The lake is right on the Italian-Swiss border. It was lovely, but I was equally taken by the little statue paying homage to the St. Bernard dogs originally bred and kept by monks here at the Great St. Bernard Hospice to locate and rescue travelers trapped in deep snow and avalanches. The big dogs saved 2,000 travelers over 200 years of active service starting in the 1600s.
The brandy in the little neck barrel is a myth.
Another beautiful lake accessible by car is just 30 minutes from Aosta headed toward Switzerland. Lago Lexert is 5,101 feet above sea level and is bordered by a beautiful conifer forest.
Magical Lago Lexert
An easy walking path surrounds the little lake with a campground and restaurant on one shore. An idyllic spot for visitors wanting easy access to an alpine lake.
We met some Swedes just emerging from a brief swim in Lago Lexert who told us the water was quite cold. If a group of Swedes thought it was chilly, I can’t imagine taking a dip!
Cold water, sunny day
Right up the road from Lago Lexert sits the stunning Lago di Place Moulin.
Spectacular water color
This long, narrow lake was formed with the construction of Europe’s highest altitude arch dam.
The dam sits at over 6400 feet.
Waterfalls feed Lago di Place Moulin. The incredible turquoise color is the result of “glacial flour” and sunlight. Glacial flour is the microscopic mineral and rock particles that are fed into the water by alpine meltwater and high altitude glaciers. Mixed with sunlight, it creates a magical aquamarine color.
A heavenly body of water
While some mountain lakes can be easily accessed via car, others make you work for a view of their alpine glory.
Setting eyes upon Lago d’Arpy took two attempts. We set out for a short hike to the lake, an alpine beauty located just 50 minutes from Aosta. John and I hit the trail expecting to meet the lake about 2 miles in, but after hiking a steep incline up a mountain for a mile, we realized we were not on the access trail we desired. We hiked back down and tried another approach another day.
The trail head across the street from the Hotel-Ristorante Genzianella is the primary approach to gain access to Lago d’Arpy. A nice 2+ mile hike, easy to moderate, takes you through a shaded pine and larch forest to the lake.
With son, James, at Lago d’Arpy.
Nestled in the mountains at 6,778 feet, Lago d’Arpy was worth the effort. The views along the trail were spectacular.
Vistas along Lago d’Arpy trail.
I found it strange that I never saw a kayak in use on any of the alpine lakes I visited. I spotted a single fisherman in a canoe, swimmers and a paddleboat — but not one kayaker.
Regardless, if you ever find yourself in northern Italy, or any alpine environment for that matter, make time to visit a lake or two.
Nobody can build the bridge for you to walk across the river of life, no one but you yourself alone. There are, to be sure, countless paths and bridges and demi-gods which would carry you across this river; but only at the cost of yourself; you would pawn yourself and lose. There is in the world only one way, on which nobody can go, except you: where does it lead? Do not ask, go along with it.Friedrich Nietzsche
A bridge in Pontboset
I have taken Nietszche’s advice and traveled a path much, if not all, of my own making. All my choices led me to this exact point in my life: a crisp morning in the Italian Alps crossing picture-perfect bridges along an alpine trail hugging a mountain stream. I am a most fortunate woman.
The Six Bridges Circuit (Giro dei Sei Ponti) is a scenic walking and hiking route located in Pontboset in the Champorcher Valley about an hour southeast of Aosta.
My husband, John, and I arrived in the tiny village this crisp October morning, grabbed our walking sticks and set out to find the six bridges despite counting only five on the handy trail map posted in the village.
John navigates Pontboset
We wound our way down to a lovely stone bridge traversing the Ayasse Stream, the main waterway flowing through Pontboset which is fed by tributaries with equally lovely names — Manda and Brenve.
A stone footpath or a metaphor about life
Atop the bridge afforded a scenic view of the Ayasse pooling below.
After crossing the first bridge we worked our way up to discover the second above us spanning a tiny tributary with cascading water.
John captured me bridging the gap atop #2
As I stood atop bridge #2, John may have been crossing what counted as bridge #3 on the circuit. We’re not really sure, but we know that sometimes you just have to cross that bridge when you get to it.
Next was an easy walk down a village road then into the woods along a path to find bridge #4. This lovely wooden expanse turned out to be my favorite bridge and vista on the circuit.
It’s all water under the bridge.
Such a magical area along the Ayasse! It was a real treat for our eyes and a nice place to sit and contemplate the incredible beauty of the Creation.
John amid the stream bed.
We crossed the wooden bridge to make our slow ascent back to our starting point.
No one wants to burn this bridge
On the walk back up, we were struck by the plethora of chestnut trees and their pods carpeting the trail.
Chestnuts galore
We spotted the fifth bridge on our hike back and decided that was a bridge too far.
The bridge not taken
Bridges are powerful symbols of connection, transition and passage. Bridges — the literal and figurative ones — force us to make choices about which paths, habits, and/or relationships to pursue.
The bridges I chose to cross along with the ones I circumvented led me here. And here is a lovely place to be. Wonder what lies ahead?
Traveled to Torino (aka Turin in English) today to visit the Museo Egizio. I had never heard of it before yesterday and it turned out to be an extremely impressive museum.
Entrance to Museo Egizio
I was familiar with Torino, famous among Christians for the Shroud of Turin, a large length of linen cloth bearing the negative photographic image of a crucified man which is housed in the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist in Turin since 1578. Many Christians believe the shroud and its image belong to Jesus. Scientist dispute the exact age of the linen shroud and the Catholic Church remains officially neutral on the authenticity of the artifact.
There was no shortage of authentic Egyptian linen at Museo Egizio. An entire alcove contained rolls of the ancient fabric made from flax. The majority of the ancient artifacts housed in the museum were uncovered during an Italian expedition to Egypt at the dawn of the 20th Century.
Linen burial garb.
Lovers of Ancient Egypt can spend hours in the multi-floor museum gazing upon mummies, stone/wood statues, papyrus documents, sarcophagi and coffins and a plethora of other objects extracted from the desert sand.
Explanations of what you are viewing are thorough and provided in English as well as Italian. The museum is well marked and easy to navigate.
Sarcophagus
I was particularly taken with the vast display of headrests or what I like to think of as Ancient Egyptian Pillows. Imagine them covered with some type of padding. Nah, they still look terribly uncomfortable!
Ancient Egyptian Pillows
The museum is known for is invaluable List of Kings, fragments of paprus that listed the reigns of all the pharoahs in chronological order. But my absolute favorite items were the “shabtis,” small wooden statues of the deceased holding agricultural tools. These struck my fancy because they demonstrated how humanity’s focus on economic privilege has changed so little over millenia.
Shabtis
Ancient Egyptians believed that gods could call upon the dead to work in the afterlife. Wealthy people had small statues of themselves holding work implements carved to place in their tombs. If a god asked the deceased to go hoe a row, for example, the deceased could offer up a statue in his/her stead.
Poor people didn’t have these statues in their burial sites. Apparently, they were doomed to continue laboring in the afterlife as they had toiled in life. No rest for the weary in Ancient Egyptian cosmology.
The museum is in the old city center of Torino. It’s a lovely, pedestrian area where you can meander and admire the architecture or grab lunch at a sidewalk restaurant.
Taking a lunch break in Torino
Whether you’re an amateur egyptologist, or just happen to find yourself in Torino, make sure to visit Museo Egizio. It’s worth a few hours of your time.
Nature is a balm to the soul. I sought to surround myself with as much of it as I could afford when I left the suburbs of Atlanta and moved to the woods 25 years ago seeking a refuge from the hurried, harried pace of my life. My youngest child dubbed our home among the trees “Tin Can Gulch.”
Decades later, that child is suffering through the death of a long relationship and I have traveled to her adopted home in the Netherlands to offer her a mother’s comfort. One look at my daughter and I knew she needed to leave heartbreak and the bustle of Amsterdam behind for a serene sojourn in the forest.
The Japanese call it shinrin-yoku — forest bathing. It’s not hiking, jogging or counting steps. Rather, it’s slowing down and immersing yourself in the woods to engage all your senses. Touch a tree. Smell the fresh air. Listen to the birds. Watch the sunlight play with the tree leaves.
The Schovenhorst land area near Putten.
It’s just what a frazzled heart needs. Science says so. A couple of hours of forest bathing significantly lowers cortisol (stress hormones), reduces blood pressure, and improves heart rate variability. What’s more, trees release antimicrobial organic compounds called phytoncides to protect themselves. Inhaling these compounds boosts human immune function and increases natural killer (NK) cell activity.
In other words, chilling out in the woods calms you down and makes you feel good.
With that in mind, we headed for Otterlo, a small village bordering the Hoge Veluwe National Park. We encamped in a vacation rental nestled in the Dutch bos (forest). Birdsong filled the air as we bathed in phytoncides.
A beauty in the Veluwe
A few days in the Veluwe was a balm to our spirits, but left us thirsty for more. We ventured northwest to the small town of Putten to explore the Schovenhorst land area.
We enjoyed long walks in the bos, soaking up the peaceful beauty surrounding us…
Into the bos
and appreciated the man-made contributions to the forest as well.
Woodhenge — an artistic homage to StonehengeA forest tower in Schovenhorst
We marveled at the small and large tree gardens containing trees from around the world.
Walking in a tree gardenA Giant Sequoia
Mother Nature comforted and consoled as only a mother can, helping my daughter rest, quiet her mind and regain her footing.
I have been soaking in the majestic Italian Alps for more than a couple of weeks now. I have also been soaking in thermal springs while in the Italian Alps.
Bormio, site of alpine sking events during the 2026 Olympic Winter Games, is a great place for thermal spas, but you have to get there first.
Getting to Bormio from Villa di Chiavenna was an adventure. The first leg was on a local bus to St. Moritz, Switzerland. It’s quite a scenic bus ride.
As seen on Bus 604 from Chiavenna to St. Moritz
We arrived in St. Moritz with three hours to spare before catching the famous Bernina Express to Tirano.
St. Moritz enjoying the spring thaw.
St. Moritz was made famous by hosting the 1928 and 1948 Winter Olympics as well as a number of other winter and sailing sporting events. The beautiful Lake St. Moritz was still frozen solid during our visit.
Lake St. Moritz in early April.
The Bernina Express has been operating since 1910 and has been inscribed on the UNESCO World Heritage list since 2008. The train ride between St. Moritz and Tirano is one of the most scenic in Europe.
Despite my best efforts, I found it difficult to capture photos on the packed train car during the two-plus-hour-ride. Frankly, the photo ops on the hour-plus bus ride to St. Moritz had been more plentiful.
Frozen lake on the way to Tirano.
Once in Tirano, we still had an hour-plus bus ride to Borimo. Our stay in Borimo was brief — just one full day. We chose to spend it soaking in the Alps. But first we had to get to the Bagni Vecchi Hotel and Spa. That, of course, required a bus ride followed by a 1.25 mile hike up a mountain to the thermal spa.
Scenic views on the trail to Bagni Vecchi.
The climb was well worth it as the pools and views were stunning.
A pool with a view.
My alpine adventure ends in Bormio. Tomorrow begins the long trek home — where I can soak in the hot tub on the back deck of Tin Can Gulch. Take it from me, there’s no better soak in the world.
“Get off the bus at the pharmacy and walk 300m towards Switzerland.”
So began my visit to the second town in my Italian alpine adventure — Villa di Chiavenna, a tiny village on the outskirts of the larger Chiavenna located a hop, skip and a jump from Switzerland on Italy’s northern border.
Villa di Chiavenna
On the short bus ride from the Chiavenna train station to the pharmacy I heard German, Italian, and English. The only language not represented was French — until we met our AirBnB hostess who spoke Italian and French, but not a smidgen of English. Google Translate to the rescue since we have no Italian and minimal French
Our first full day in Villa di Chiavenna was spent strolling around the village perched amid the mountains and admiring the views.
Alps in every direction.
The river Mera runs through this village and on to Chiavenna. Looking at it from above is quite spectacular.
River Mera
This area is famous for grotto restaurants, but our first dining experience required that we essentially climb up a mountain to a local spot — Pos Motta Dagò. The food was fantastic and so abundant we brought leftover polenta with mushroom sauce home. But I enjoyed the scenery on the hike to and from the restaurant almost as much as the delicious meal.
A rustic scene.
Day Two saw us walking toward Switzerland again to check out the local lake. Walking trails populated both sides of the beautiful mountain lake.
Lago di Villa di Chiavenna
The lake is fed by the Mera River and the water is used for hydroelectric power in the area.
Mera running into the lake.
Between Chiavenna and Villa di Chiavenna is a beautiful waterfall that dumps into a small tributary to the river Mera. Walking and hiking paths abound.
AcquafraggiaRainbows danced at the base of the waterfall.
The ancient town of Chiavenna was a hot spot for travellers in the 19th century. Mary Shelley, Goethe and George Eliot, to name a few, rhapsodized about the Italian jewel. Beautiful, sunlit Chiavenna marked entry into Italy via the Splügen Pass, one of the first transalpine passes connecting northern Europe to the warmer south.
Sunny Chiavenna
Today, most travellers skip Chiavenna and head 60 miles south to Como with its luscious lake or head north to St. Moritz. Methinks they’re missing out.
Picturesque views abound.Buildings along the river date to the 16th century.River Mera is a centerpiece of the town.
The Swiss village of Soglio is about five miles from Villa di Chiavenna and dates back to the 12th century.
Soglio
I smothered the urge to yodel as I took in the magnificent views surrounding Soglio.
The hills are alive with the sound of spring.
Soglio’s cobblestone streets and low, rock walls beg visitors to roam even on a cold day in early spring when winter is hanging on by its fingernails.
Soglio defines rustic charm.
It’s quiet here. Life moves more slowly than in more populated places. I’m surprised that more travellers haven’t rediscovered it. But if that were to occur, the peace found here would evaporate like the snow in spring.
My alpine adventure in northern Italy begins in Aosta, a city of more than 33,000 nestled in a valley at the confluence of the Buthier and Dora Baltea rivers.
A river runs through it.
People have occupied this picturesque valley for millenia. The Romans left so much of a mark that Aosta is known as the Rome of the Alps.
The city retains the walls, two gates, and the street plan of its Roman predecessor, as well as a triumphal arch in honour of Augustus. Remains of a theatre, an amphitheatre, and the road from Eporedia (modern Ivrea — home of Olivetti computers for those of us who were around in the early days of the personal computer) are still visible.
The arch honoring Ceasar Augustus.A section of the ancient city wall.
An incredibly well-preserved cryptoportico (gallery or walkway) resides beneath what was once the Roman Forum.
Cryptoportico beneath Aosta.
The Valle D’Aosta (Valley of Aosta) has a namesake in my home state — the city of Valdosta — which to me bears little resemblance to this valley framed by towering peaks.
A 19th century govenor of Georgia disageed, naming his plantation “Valle d’Aosta” (later spelled Valdosta) after the Aosta Valley, believing the rolling South Georgia landscape resembled this large, Italian valley. The town was established in the 1850s taking the name Valdosta.
While water skiing is the only skiing you can do in the warm, humid climate of Valdosta, snow skiing is top of mind here in Aosta. We caught a gondola right in town to journey to Pila Ski in the Sky.
Ski in the skyeven as Springarrives in the valley.An alpine landscape.
The restaurant housed in a star-shaped building perched at the top of the ski slopes was quite good, offering local dishes in a buffet style. Make reservations as it’s very crowded.
Located about half-an-hour by car outside Aosta is the spectacular Gran Paradiso National Park.
A winter wonderland.
Scattered throughout the valley and environs are castles. Castello di Fenis is a short 30-minute or so ride by car outside Aosta. It’s a remarkable well-preserved medieval castle.
At the top of our list of things to do around Aosta was a trip to the thermal spa in Pré Saint Didier, a 50-minute bus ride through the mountains northeast of Aosta.
Soaking in the Alps.
I imagined returning to the thermal spa when snow covered the ground and the mountains shimmered white around me. Multiple warm pools and toasty saunas feel great anytime, but I expect they feel even better in the frigid air of an alpine winter.
But for now, it’s on to the next adventure in Chiavenna.
I first came to the Yucatan in 1997 as part of a week-long cruise of the western Caribbean. Cruising was different then….more expensive, assigned dinner seating and much more formal dinner attire.
Cruising is super casual and vastly more affordable 29 years later. That’s not all that has changed. The number of tourists has exploded. No where is that more evident than at the ancient Mayan ruins that beckon to travelers in the Yucatan.
Ruins at Chichen Itza
I visited Tulum back in the day and there wasn’t a local hawking souvenirs in sight. No gauntlet of souvenir stands to wade through….just the ruins themselves standing white in the summer sun as if you were an archeologist who had just stumbled upon a hidden city. That had drastically changed by 2012 or so when I visited again. Open-air restaurants and souvenir stands formed their own little city just outside the entrance to the site. Tourists swarmed.
On this cruise, I journeyed to Chichen Itza to visit that ancient Mayan city built further inland. Hundreds of other tourists joined me to wander among the ruins, marveling at the interesting mix of architecture.
El Castillo
El Castillo is the iconic representation of the pre-Columbian city. There was a time when tourists could climb to the top of the temple’s stairs, using a chain run up the center of the steep staircase to help in the ascent. No more. Too many footsteps trodding on ancient stairs. Too dangerous for none but the sure-footed.
One thing that doesn’t change — the ruins. My husband has visited Chichen Itza five times over several decades. He assures me the remnants of temples and El Caracol, the observatory, look the same.
El Caracol is 1,100 to 1,200 years old.
The thing that most fascinated me about Chichen Itza was the 500-foot-long Great Ball Court. A deadly game, Pok ta Pok, was played here and throughout Mesoamerica since 1650 BC. Ball courts have been found as far north as Arizona and as far south as Nicarauga.
The Great Ball Court
The ritualistic game involved getting a nine-pound rubber ball through a stone circle using your hips, and in some versions of the game, forearms, rackets or bats. The game was metaphorical for the constant battle between the forces of good and evil, as well as the cycle of life and death.
Imagine getting a nine-poundball through that circle.
In some cases, the captain of the losing (or winning) team was sacrificed to the ever-hungry Mayan gods. The Mayans were a bloodthirsty bunch. One of their favorite forms of human sacrifice was by extracting a beating heart. I would prefer a good, old decapitation if I were the notable warrior, enemy or team captain selected to be god food.
There are no rivers or streams in the Yucatan. Fresh water is obtained from cenotes, naturally occurring sinkholes eroded from local limestone.
A glimpse of the Sacred Cenote.
At the Sacred Cenote in Chichen Itza, people were hurled into the water during times of drought, famine or disease. The Sacred Cenote is approximately 160 feet wide and drops 66 feet to the water surface, with the water another 66 feet deep. The sides of the cenote are sheer and the water is barely visible through the thick foliage.
The Mayans practiced human sacrifice right up to the Spanish conquest in the 16th century. Today, the only human sacrifices are tourists on the altar of commercialization. Well…that and the towels sacrificed to make those cute, little animals that magically appear on your bed every night.
You can travel the world, see amazing sites, stay in stunning places, but it’s always a pleasure to find a little gem in your own neck of the woods. Historic Tapoco Lodge, near Robbinsville, NC, is such a place.
The lodge sitsalong the Cheoah River.
Nestled in the Great Smoky Mountains in the Nantahala National Forest, Tapoco Lodge is a historic site where adventure and sanctuary meet. Or as the Lodge proclaims — Adventuary!
Several hiking trails can be accessed on the property which is also located near the (in)famous Tail of the Dragon — a stretch of mountainous highway beloved by motorcyclists. Fishing enthusiasts can find rainbow, brown and brook trout in the Cheoah River and a variety of bass in nearby Lake Santeetlah, one of the most beautiful lakes in the country.
The Lodge was built in 1930 by the Aluminum Company of America (ALCOA) to replace its existing boarding house erected as part of the hydroelectric efforts in the area. The name, Tapoco, comes from the first two letters of the Tallassee Power Company whose capital stock had been purchased by ALCOA in 1916.
For several decades, the lodge was used exclusively by ALCOA executives, but was sold to a Robbinsville family in the 1990s and opened its doors to the public in 1995.
The main building on the property.
The 122-acre property changed hands again in 2017 and today boasts nine luxury lodge rooms, 18 rustic-elegant cabin rooms, several event spaces, and an updated Tapoco Tavern and patio.
Our comfortable cabin room.
I particularly enjoyed the whimsical, rustic wall art in Santeetlah, Cabin 3.
Bear family vacation.A bear bike rideMa and Pa Bear
In short, Tapoco Lodge (www.tapoco.com) is a splendid little retreat to experience your own Adventuary. And you don’t have to leave the country to enjoy it!
