After a seven-course meal under the gaze of Chef Dion, Teri steps into the night as I hold open a heavy front door the Goldmoor apparently bought when Camelot shut down. Jim and Patricia Goldthorpe engineered the Goldmoor's main building (left) for romance, complete with a turret suite that brides love.
But Teri agreed to try one of the cabins, which offer wooded surroundings and servers who roll up in golf carts with breakfast. When the lamp clicks off, we hear only cricket songs and distant thunderstorms. It's just like camping -- only with a king-size bed and hot tub.
Goldmoor Inn
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