A Good Stay
Check In
Tour the Grounds
Drop Your Bags
Grab a Drink
Stroll the Gardens
Fill Your Lungs With Mountain Air
Head to the Roof Deck and Take In the Views
Let Go of That Feeling That
You Should Be Doing Anything More
Get Ready for Dinner
Go Down Early and Have a Drink at the Bar
Let Golden Hour Wash Over You in the Gardens
Toss Bocce In The Grass
Sit for Dinner
Linger Over Candlelight
You Have Nowhere Else to Be
and Nothing Else to Do
End the Night by the Fire
Draw the Blackout Curtains, and Get a Well Deserved Great Night of Sleep
Enjoy a Sprawling Breakfast of Good Coffee and Quiche and Local Bread and House Made Jams and French Feta and Olive Oil Cake
Linger
Borrow Chairs, an Umbrella, and Cooler and Head to a Nearby Lake
Or Take Our Recommendation for a Challenging Hike
Or Leisurely Walk
Or Drive Down to Hudson for Antiques
Or to Tannersville for Lunch
Or Stay on Property
Sit Back in the Gardens
And on the Roof Deck
And in The Living Room
Have An Afternoon Sauna In The Wellness Room
Have Dinner At The Bar
Order An Extra Dessert
Order An Extra Glass Of Wine
You Are Exactly Where You’re Supposed to Be
HISTORY
Hensonville, New York was officially established in 1818 as a hamlet of Windham, which itself was settled in 1798. The earliest record we have found of our building operating as a hotel dates back to a postcard from 1918 - The Hensonville Hotel. We’re told by a town surveyor the structure was built sometime during the latter half of the 19th century as a boarding house, just beyond the end of The Civil War. It has changed hands numerous times in the hundred and fifty or so years since then.
When we started renovations, one of the first orders of business was to remove the thousands of square feet of vinyl flooring plastered edge to edge in every room. We didn’t know what we’d find underneath and already had in the plans to lay down new hardwood. What we found, beneath layers of paper and adhesive, was pristine, original flooring. But the more we peeled away the more a patterned oddity revealed itself. The wood was different throughout the building. Douglas fir and wide plank pine, wormy hemlock, hard maple, and red oak. Different varieties, different widths, even different orientations and fasteners and finishes.
A story began to unfold. The building had been pieced together - added to and subtracted from, modified and expanded - over it’s long life. It had evolved to meet the whims or needs or imagination of the current owner. We were there doing the same, no? And, almost as an act of providence, we discovered that some rooms had unsalvageable floors that needed replacing. We tried to match the adjacent boards but they were hand-milled and impossible to source. So we settled on the flooring of our time, new fir. Yet another variety to piece in. A footprint of our own. A contribution to this wonderful place that will hopefully continue to stand long after our time with it has passed.