We chose the only package that allowed you to give yourself your own treatment—as neither Caleb nor I have ever gotten a massage, or heck, even a pedicure or manicure. Being massaged or primped by strangers is not something that appeals to me. Thankfully, the spa had a package that could accommodate.
Upon entering the spa, we were assigned an attendant who gave us a tour of the facilities and explained to us the benefits of the spa treatment we were about to receive. We listened meekly, tried to pretend that we were fancy enough for the place, and made a valiant effort at masking our slack-jawed awe as he led us through dizzyingly large rooms, each equipped with smiling staff, citrus-infused water, and robe-clad forty-somethings who, to their credit, said nothing about our (clearly out-of-place) presence.
After the tour, we were guided to the treatment wing of the spa, where we were greeted by a room that hosted an intermittent steam-and-rain shower, and a tray full of masks, lotions, and scrubs. We were then left to our devices for half an hour. Which, to someone who may be more interested in a massage or some other assisted spa treatment, doesn’t sound like much—but trust me, it’s still an experience that needs to be had.
There are no pictures of the inside of this place, because, despite my tendency to take pictures of everything everywhere, I decided to heed the request to leave our phones in the locker room. Even as a photographer, I recognize that there are some places that must be experienced. The Old Edwards Spa is one of those places.
After a brief venture to our respective locker rooms, we exited to the solarium: where we sat, sunned ourselves in relaxed silence, read books, and probably napped. (I have no memory of doing this, as it was then that I experienced a meditative state so deep and complete that I left the spa in a dreamy haze.)
Will we be back? Absolutely. As mentioned previously, I’d never been to a spa before, but I can’t help but assume that not all spas are like the one in Highlands. We were stunned (in a good way) by just how nice it was. Between Caleb's teacher's salary and whatever I can scrounge up whilst freelancing, our usual excursions are... well, free. When we travel, we hike a lot, and usually sleep in our little two-person tent. We consider anything with a roof to be luxurious accommodations. This trip was definitely a foray into the unknown.
Old Edwards Inn and Highlands, in general, felt like a once-in-a-lifetime experience. (Although we fully intend to go back.)
On to the recommendations!