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For many years, I’d heard about The Lodge
            at Woodloch in the Poconos, but I’d always as-
            sociated the Poconos with heart-shaped bath-
            tubs, water parks and giant casinos; so, no
            matter how great this resort might be, it
            wasn’t on my go-to list. But a good friend had
            just returned and wouldn’t stop raving about
            it, so I went online.
              The photos said it all: 500 private acres of
            fern-carpeted forests, lush meadows, and
            ponds with blooming water lilies. Guests could
            choose from 35 daily activities such as
            archery, birding, hiking, biking, pickleball,
            kayaking, stand-up paddleboarding and a
            myriad of fitness classes. There were art
            classes, cooking, baking demos, and wine tast-
            ings. Woodloch had a farm with vegetable and
            herb gardens and an orchard. The rooms
            looked spacious, and the pool area was enor-
            mous. There were indoor and outdoor lounge
            areas, therapeutic soaking pools and a hydro-
            massage waterwall pouring down into one of
            the larger Jacuzzis. There was even a snow
            room with real snow, an Arctic shower (a
            wooden bucket of ice-cold water to be poured
            over your body), and a salt room. One of the
            main draws was the spa, offering 25 different
            facials and 45 body treatments daily. I was
            sold. I’d just have to stomach the fact that it
            was in the Poconos.
              Turns out, I didn’t know anything about the
            Poconos. The windy roads leading to the re-
            sort were surrounded by woods --- not casinos
            or water parks. And once I arrived, I was de-
            lighted to find that my bathroom did not have
            a heart-shaped bathtub. My accomodation was
            large and light-filled with a king-sized bed,
            comfy armchair, desk, and glass doors leading
            to the verandah. I turned the grass in front of
            my veranda into one of the deer’s favorite
            spots because each morning, I’d throw out
            pieces of bread, enticing them to come closer.
              The 13-paged weekly brochure of classes and
            activities had so many choices, I didn’t know
            what to do first, so I decided to take a walk
            and get my bearings. Outside, I breathed in






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