My family visited Ted
Hilton's in the summer of 1952. The week as I remember was
wonderful. The horses were tied up and waiting on the far side of the
river so one had to row across. I had a crush on the top wrangler. We
went riding at least three times, once for an early morning breakfast
ride. We stayed in the new lodgings at the top of the hill -- overlooking
the swimming pool, where I also spent a lot of time. The river was lovely
with its little sandy beach -- but it was the first time I ever saw an eel --
and didn't appreciate the experience as that long, black shiny, slimy thing
coiled about my ankle! The food was great and I remember one morning
particularly. I always got up very early and there I could walk down to
the lodge by myself and eat with other guests, likewise early risers. I
was 10.
--Jeanne Melis Mills