The more obvious beginning of the journey came from traveling and staying in B&Bs and thinking, "wouldn't this be fun."
My mom was the first to try a B&B in Jefferson, TX. She fell in love and began joking about how we should open an inn so she could cook fun breakfasts and I could do what I love - keeping house (very similar to keeping inn). And, as Mike and I drove the back roads of America (without reservations for lodging) I would always encourage him to drive one more mile because I knew that around the next bend in the road, up on a hill, would be the perfect little place.
We never found that place so we decided to build it. And we always tell people, "when you think you have gone too far just go one more mile. We are around the next bend, up on the hill."
Here is an excerpt from a journal entry I kept from our opening weekend:
Well, we are now "official" innkeepers! We had a full house both Fridayand Saturday nights and all went as well as could be expectedconsidering the workmen left 2 hours before the first guest arrived andI forgot to put water glasses in the bathrooms. (I discovered a wholenew level of stress and finally hit what long distance runners call a"wall"...moved passed it into some kind of blessed numbness) The greatnews is I have finally found what I want to be when I grow up. I lovethis job!! I love helping people and making them comfortable, I lovecleaning, I love serving...I love it. I have finally found a place tobe a permanent "Mother Hen" and 16 is just about the right number ofchicks. 2/16/98