The remainder of our short stay in Highlands was predictably serene for the most part. There was that last night when I couldn’t get a WiFi signal at the parlor. And I even had some ice cream (vanilla with peanut butter and brownie mix-ins)!
The cottage we stayed in was part of a boarding house that was built in 1885. The tiny bathroom Abe and I used had a clawfoot tub. Don’t get too impressed. You know those short demo beds they use in stores to show off linens? This had to be a demo tub. I kid you not: the base of the tub could not be more than three feet long. It’s like bathing in a bucket. I suppose I can call it quaint.
A multimillionaire has discovered Highlands and is buying it up lot by lot, rebuilding the town—for fellow millionaires. All the charming old structures are disappearing, being replaced by pretty stone and wood buildings for which you must don Prada in order to enter. It’s turning into Vail. Before the old Highlands disappears, let me show you around.
Old Edwards Inn
Flower photography inspired by Greg, Joe, and Jeepguy. Now, who can name these flowers?
Pretty purple things with a swallowtail butterfly
Shastas? Purple pansies? Yellow marigolds
Pretty red things
Main Street walkway
Behind our cottage
This new house on the lake holds two households. Price: over two million dollars each.
East of town is a stone bluff called Sunset Rock, rising 300 feet straight up from the plateau on which Highlands sits. It is a very popular spot for people of all ages for overlooking the town, watching the sun set behind the peaks, and stargazing.
View of Main Street and two of three traffic lights
Flowers and grasses on Sunset Rock
It’s time to head back to real life, richer by one new friend. I hope to meet more of you in my travels.