Here’s the thing about Patricia Clarkson: She makes people happy. To wit, when our team at The Mountains was mulling over possible cover options for this issue, we were hoping…
When I was a kid, this was the time of year when Perry Como, America’s favorite crooning dad and ex-barber (Google him if you must) would sing “Oh, there’s no…
If you’ve ever spent a holiday season in the mountains, you know the party circuit moves fast. One night it’s a roaring fire in Woodstock, NY, the next it’s a…
During the holidays I must confess to absolutely loving a proper eggnog—the kind that requires separating yolks from whites, whisking, folding and chilling overnight with enough bourbon, rum and Cognac…
When winter rolls around, I always get the itch to go play in the snow. Despite being far removed now from Chicago winters, the first snowfall always reminds me of…
Photography by Mike Ruiz There’s this thing that Taylor Schilling does when she hears an interesting question or agrees wholeheartedly with something someone is saying that’s quite revealing and refreshing.…
With big hotel chains, you know what to expect and there’s a certain comfort in that. But outside of urban centers, name recognition is harder to come by. In its…
Photography by Danielle Cohen There are entrances, then there are Robert Hartwell entrances. A dozen emojis couldn’t paint the proper picture. Toward the end of what was, in hindsight, the…
When you pull off Route 9 in Hyde Park, NY—home to the Culinary Institute of America and Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s historic estate—you probably aren’t expecting to walk into one of…
