Travel to The Point in Saranac Lake, NY

While many resorts claim to serve you, The Point caters to you; there is a difference.
Winter Entrance

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I tell everyone fall is my favorite season, but I love winter too. It’s not a popular sentiment, I know, but maybe you haven’t experienced it at The Point in Saranac Lake, NY. This past winter, I spent an exhilarating weekend at this luxurious retreat, high in the Adirondacks. A former Rockefeller Great Camp, built from 1930 to 1933, it manages to blend luxury and service and the outdoors in a singular way that I had never experienced before. While many resorts claim to serve you, The Point caters to you; there is a difference.


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We arrived early on a Friday afternoon; our car was whisked away, never to be seen until Sunday. “Hungry?,” the staff enquired. We were led into the beautiful great hall, where, before a roaring fire, we had a terrific lunch of grilled fish and salad washed down by a beautiful Italian white wine that took the edge off the drive.

Boathouse On Lake

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After lunch, we toured the property. Renovated in 2018, the 11 guest rooms are spread among four original log buildings on 75 acres. Our room, Morningside, featured beamed ceiling arches over a custom wood-carved king bed. Our windows looked out over the lake. The antiques, the soaring fireplace and the sumptuous fabrics made a very plush room.


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The bar is always open to guests to serve themselves if no staff is available. The kitchen will grant any culinary wish 24 hours a day. Really. And we learned there are four bars in the woods, should you need fuel for your outdoor activities. Speaking of which, my husband made a comment about wanting to lace up the skates and shoot the puck. Voila, the ice was swept, the nets were in place. This is the level of service that defines The Point, the first designated Relais & Chateaux property in North America. We put on snowshoes and crossed the lake. The staff suggested walking to an island in the middle. We rounded the bend and saw a fire, two Adirondack chairs and a picnic basket. “Who’s that for?” my husband asked. I looked at him, gesturing at the wide frozen lake under a sky streaked by a setting sun. “Do you see anyone else!” I couldn’t help myself. Hot coffee, hot chocolate, Frangelico and a basket of brownies. The staff had worked its magic once more.

Heirloomcarrots, Maplesmokedsalmon, Smokedroe, Carrotvinaigrette

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We headed back to our room, rested and headed for a chef’s table dinner in the kitchen. Our menu was sublime: saffron risotto, Faroe Islands salmon, duck, Meyer lemon cake with bitter orange sorbet, all accompanied by delicious and appropriate wines: Paul Chapelle Puligny-Montrachet; Tenuta Rapitala Syrah. What a great start to the weekend.

Curling On The Lake

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Saturday was bright and sunny, and we were ready to tackle the day after our in-room breakfast. We planned to hike and donned cleats to ensure our grip in the woods. Before we set out, staff enquired if we would like lunch in the woods or would we return for our mid-day meal; a very special touch. We chose to return. The woods were glorious; the snow, deep; the trails, firm. We checked out a small building with a roaring fire and bar but refrained. Exhausted, we were back in front of the fire in the great hall for an indoor cookout. I could get used to this.


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While Wi-Fi is available only in the office, TV is available in the pub. My husband had to watch college basketball (it was March!). The staff surprised us with a basket of hot truffle fries, and seeing me ready for a post-hike nap, returned with a faux-fur blanket for me. The Careys were very happy campers!

Server With Hors D'oeuvres

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Dinner on Saturday night was special. Black tie is required for men in keeping with the aristocratic history of the resort. It was fun to imagine the lifestyle of another era. The manager joined us for dinner, and it was a feast: lobster bisque cappuccino; gnocchi with Perigord truffle; John Dory; lamb; bourbon butter cake to finish. And more great wines, including Schramsberg Brut Rosé and Château La Peyre Saint-Estèphe. How the other half lives, for sure.

Sunday dawned with threatening skies, and flurries danced across the property. Time to go. But time to return.

Visit The Point website to learn more.