Sylvia's Journal

We treated ourselves to a weekend in the white mountains. I impulsively booked a room in the stately and behemothly Eagle Mountain House in Jackson, NH. It is definitely not a house. We are lodged in the southern wing in a room that is ground level in the front and high up if you’d approach us from the back, but all in all low enough to have the radiator bolted to the ceiling. I am glad the bed is not right under these several hundred pounds of cast iron.