No, I had no recollection. I guessed several trips, like to Pennsylvania. Then to Columbus, Indiana where we stayed in an old restored hotel. No. That wasn’t it. And he kept describing—we’d walked through a woods. He had no idea why it had popped in his mind, but he was so sure. Must have been on one of our architectural tours. So I opened the blog—and there it was July 25, 2005.
“The 1886 Crescent Hotel is old, creaky, and supposedly visited by ghosts, but we had a beautifully restored room, and the group enjoyed a fabulous morning brunch in the delightful dining room. The gardens host many weddings--one the night we arrived.”
http://collectingmythoughts.blogspot.com/2005/07/1295-north-west-arkansas-thursday.html
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