If you follow the mighty Muskingum River out of Marietta, Ohio as it winds its way north it will lead you to the scenic village of Stockport. Stockport is one of those Appalachian villages that are resistant to change. The village is very quiet with friendly people, a delight for people like us who are used to hearing traffic and sirens on a regular basis.
Once a feed mill, the Stockport Inn now offers rest and relaxation to those who cross its threshold. It sits precariously on the bank of the churning river. In the recent past there was little reason for anyone to go to Stockport who did not live there, or was not going to visit anyone living there. That has changed, thanks to the inn.
The inn has four floors with delightful rooms on every floor. If you go downstairs you can see two turbines in the swirling water making electric. The soft hum of the turbines and the rushing water tumbling over the locks . . . . I don’t even want to talk about it. It is making me sleepy. Go on the weekends and they will serve you a delicious dinner.
Esther and I have taken a few trips to the inn. We are always delighted to be there. Sitting on the little balconies hanging over the river offer a great way to relax. If that balcony does not relax you the Jacuzzis surely will. If you need a more hands on way of relaxing they do offer massages. We never got the massages but I am sure that would put you to sleep rather fast! To get to the inn you will have to travel through scenic hills. You might think that getting there is half the fun, but wait until you see the rooms and hear the rushing water right outside your door. You might want to stay a while. Oh, and don’t forget to walk through the village.
An invitation to relax
How relaxing to sit on the balcony
A lazy morning
This old friend sitting beside the street never fails to greets us
A tribute to the season
A reflection of the day
Down the river road
A river runs through it
Bricks were cheaper back then