The Resort

We’ve been invited to dinner at a lake resort tonight, but since my other half is out-of-town, I’ll be going solo.  The resort belongs to our friends, Bob and Susan, who have owned and operated it for 40 years.

The main lodge dates to 1910, a time when life was simpler and basic pleasures of nature were lauded as the best relaxation and entertainment.  The 16-acre property on a 300-acre lake still holds its visitors to this vision, and offers small private cabins in the woods, some of which face a sandy-beached lakefront. 

I admire Bob and Susan’s commitment to the business in lieu of much-deserved retirement. They cheerfully minister to their patrons, offering a taste of genuine hospitality from another era, inspiring them to experience beauty and adventure in a context that encourages both rest and play.

The dining room is known for its down-home food “just like grandma’s,” so I’m eager to enjoy some samples this evening.  It will be a time of good fellowship and food, but also a time to express gratitude to Susan and Bob who willingly sacrifice to serve others in ways that have lasting impact.