A Few Days of Sun in Calistoga
A few days of sun in Calistoga, at the top end of Napa Valley, and no plan beyond walking the grounds. The whole town started as Sam Brannan's health spa in 1859, and the hot geysers and mineral and mud springs are still the business here — the bathhouse near our building says NATURAL BATHS across the arch, with a fountain running over river stones by the door and gnarled old olive trees planted around a second one out back.
The pond at the corner of the property is ringed with papyrus, heads gone straw at the edges, fan palms stacked against the white fence behind it. White roses climb the walls along the walkways, more open blooms than buds at this point in June.
The sun dropped behind the ridge west of the lodge last evening while the row of rooms lit up over the parked cars. By late morning today the restaurant patio was already set — round tables, wine glasses out, umbrellas up before anyone had sat down.