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Tanque Verde Guest Ranch

Way back in February my bestie Ana bought a Groupon for a one-night stay at Tanque Verde Guest Ranch. When the night of our reservation finally rolled around, I was reluctant to go because so mentally zapped by the previous two weeks. But I packed my little bag, picked up my little friend, and made the little drive out to the Ranch.

We checked into our delightful little room around 5:30. Just before we left for the dining room I saw a couple who looked familiar to me pass by our window. Sure enough, it was my friend Charlie and her husband Al. They'd bought the same Groupon. It was nice to see her. Reminded me that we need to catch up, but this weekend wasn't the time. She was there to enjoy some private time with her husband, and I was there to enjoy a respite with my Ana.


Dinner in the dining room was a soup and salad bar affair with choice of entree. I ate pork medallions with sage rubbed apples and citrus black beans; Ana ate herbed seared halibut with mashed purple sweet potatoes. We shared 4 desserts from the buffet.

After dinner we meandered back to our room to change into our suits for a soak in the hot tub, which we had all to ourselves. Slept nine badly needed uninterrupted hours after that.


After a buffet style breakfast we explored the grounds. Here's Ana enjoying the birdsong at Lake Corchran.


My thumb enjoying the view.


We walked a nature trail north of the lake, where we sat for a bit on a bench, looking out at the saguaro-studded Santa Catalina foothills.


There's a quaint little museum on the grounds. Photos of the proprietors and guests circa 1950.

Perfect little 18 hour escape. Just what I needed.

Comments

Momma_Dee said…
Just what you needed, indeed! Looks delightful. Ana is a wonderful friend, so glad you have each other.
Ken Mirr said…
What a beautiful ranch! I love the lake view; the water looks so clear and clean enough to drink. I bet those veggies you ate are fresh right from their farm. I will make it my long term goal to own a ranch! =)

Darren Lanphere

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