Time out at the Running Y
The following may sound like a paid endorsement for a particular resort, but be assured, I took no bribe and have no stock in the company.
The only sad thing about it all is that nothing funny happened there, especially the night Lane beat me twice at pool. Never would I rat that he scratched three times in one game, which we overlooked.
Just a little over an hour away, yet a tranquil world apart, sits the Running Y Ranch Resort — 3,600 acres of adventure, wilderness trails, wildlife and bliss. I just returned from a few days there.
I hear co-conspirator Rob Galvin was looking for me. Nevertheless, I hid out for five days in a two-story, three-bedroom chalet complete with hot tub, jetted tub and a view of Ponderosa pines, junipers, sage and several varieties of birds. Since the ranch is so close, I split the time with two friends.
At a little over 4,000 feet in elevation, the resort is chock-full of natural subjects to pique the artist in Lane. We enjoyed heart-elevating hikes around the chalet, snapping pictures of gnarly junipers and vistas that included Klamath Lake and snow-capped mountains.
The lodge welcomed us with a double set of grandiose doors that opened automatically, making us feel special, and maybe that we were in over our heads. That was not the case. Every staff person we dealt with was friendly and seemed genuinely happy with their job. I’m thinking of Olivia, our server, and Eli at the concierge desk, but there were others. In calling guest services a couple of times, the staff (Kelly, Carmen, Vicki) couldn’t have been nicer.
Though Klamath Falls boasts 300 sunny days a year, we happened to hit four of the 65 cloudy ones. Beside flames from a fire pit table, we thoroughly enjoyed our dinner and wine on the spacious patio, overlooking the grounds. Their food is delicious and diverse, offering healthful, locally sourced options. Try the Southwest salad with steak.
Next day, we opted for lunch at Indian Desi Masala restaurant, a short walk from the lodge. It’s a family affair, with daughter Niki as our server. The dishes were scrumptious, and we learned what “medium spice” means with Indian cooking. It’s not like medium salsa, more like medium lava flow. They did have a fire extinguisher at the ready, but we toughed it out and noticed cleared sinuses.
We strolled around the clubhouse at the impressive Arnold Palmer golf course, trying to appear seasoned. Lane was game to try a round, but I didn’t like the idea of searching for holes in the dark. They do offer a fun-looking mini putt course, which I will tackle on a nicer day.
Next, we took a tour of Sandhill Spa next door, and I am hooked. It’s luxurious in a welcoming, comforting way — not snobby. They offer wonderful, pampery things such as facials, coconut body polish, seaweed and algae mud wraps if you’re hungry, massages of varying lengths and depths, manicures, pedicures, dry sauna and a salt therapy room.
I could not resist the lure of a luxurious pedicure. It had been too long, and I needed polish, so I surprised Lynn on her turn at the Y with tandem pedis. It is the one and only Tesia who performs the magic feat. We received meticulous care of our tootsies while melting into massage chairs that did wonders for my temperamental back. Never mind the groaning — the chair mostly.
We chose polish from a rainbow of colors. I think mine was Electric Night (bright pink). That sounded promising for the spring days ahead. It would not be a stretch to say I would make the drive to Running Y for regular replays.
I was ready to come home and have King Edward greet me with reckless abandon while admiring my toes. He seemed mildly amused that I was present once more.
I’m out of room and unable to elucidate about the runaround trying to locate a restroom when out sizing up the migrating bird population. I did end up in the Lithia body shop.
Peggy Dover is a freelance writer, and author of “Trips & Tangents” and “Stone Revival.” Reach her at email@example.com.