Omni Mount Washington: 필름

You don't book this hotel for the room.

You book it for what the room looks at.

Mount Washington. The tallest peak in the Northeast.

The Omni Mount Washington has been staring at it since nineteen-oh-two.

The veranda runs nine hundred feet. Every chair on it faces a mountain.

So can your bed.

So does your table at dinner.

One room has no view at all.

The Cave. A speakeasy they hid under the hotel during Prohibition. It still pours. Eight to midnight.

In the morning, stop looking. Go up.

The gondola climbs New Hampshire's largest ski area. Four hundred and sixty-four acres. Nine zip lines through the trees.

And when you come down, there's the pool. Heated. Outdoors. Open in the snow.

Steam, snow, and the whole hotel lit up.

It's two and a half hours from Boston.

Ask for a room on the mountain side. Come in early October, when it all turns red. Or after the first snow.

Then take a chair. You didn't book it for the room.