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2-3 Bedroom Family Cottages Now Available, Perfect for Whitewater Vacations!

Tuesday, May 14th, 2013

Memorial Day Weekend is fast approaching and that means Whitewater for Columbus, Georgia! The Rothschild-Pound House Inn is only three blocks from all the fun on the Chattahoochee River. You can walk to the Whitewater course, as well as scores of restaurants, bars, markets, shops and historic interest points. We are in the heart of the Original City Historic District.

In anticipation of the many families visiting Columbus to raft the Chattahoochee, we now have some great self-service cottages. These are two and three bedroom cottages, right across from the inn. In addition to cable and internet and beautiful baths, they have a full kitchen, front porch, outdoor seating and grill. It’s the perfect way to sleep 4-6 people in charming accommodations. Rates are 325-395/night for the 2-3 bedroom cottage, two night minimum. 

Give us a call for more information. 706-322-4075

Open window weather, almost

Wednesday, September 5th, 2012

There are still seventeen days until my very favorite time of year; jack-o-lanterns, big blankets, Blue Ridge mountains and open windows.When the grasshopper green trees houdini into bonfire-orange and apple-red and all the colors of fire.

  But, oh, it’s only September. The leaves are mostly stuck to the trees with an eagerness of late summer. Columbus, Georgia could see a lot more days over ninety degrees. Not today though. Today looked like October, like God turned down the dimmer switch; grey and wet, 75 degrees. Bikers along the Chattahoochee River pedalled through morning fog. I imagined London, where they’re always in the mood for hot tea, not iced. Last night after the thunderstorm, it was almost air-conditioner cool outside, just like a black cat October night. But it’s only a break from the heat, a post hurricane temperature drop. Sunflowers stand tall and mosquitos bite our knees. Grass is July green and the sprinkler system comes on every day. No pumpkins in the grocery store. Seventeen long days of summer ahead. I blame it on the Weather Channel, this over eager anticipation of the next season. They said we might get an early Fall. That was all I needed to hear. I started looking for the Southern Living Apple Cake recipe the same day. But I’ve lived in the south all my life and no matter what, it’s August hot the third week of September. Always. Jim Cantore must be a yankee. He has suffered a lot of hurricane winds. Maybe that affected his judgement. I bet he never had to wait three months to wear his back to school sweater. I forgive you though Jim. I’m used to it by now. Still, the seed of hope is planted. I will keep a close eye on the ten-day forecast.  I will refrain from dragging out the winter clothes. But my heart will dance a little with every cool breeze. Just this morning, I found a single orange maple leaf, lying unapologetically among cobwebs and loosed crepe myrtle petals; the silhouette of a tiny raging bonfire. Maybe Jim was right afterall. Now, if I can just find that Apple Cake recipe…

Springtime in Columbus, Georgia

Wednesday, February 1st, 2012

Great Blue Heron on the Chattahoochee River

 

Way down here in Columbus, it’s not so cold. Oh it gets cold enough to snuggle under several quilts with the window open and to start a fire, but not so cold that you can see your breath, very often. Today it’s 69 degrees. Only bad thing is that the Tulip Poplars tend to bud out early, pretty pink silk petals amid the bare grey branches. Daffodils and Crocus are peeping out of the cold hard ground,”outside the lines”, of our more recent, proffessional landscaping. Whether Daffodils, a random Iris, or the Four O’clocks that open late summer afternoons, these old flowers come back every year. It’s usually in the first warm week after the first freeze. Just like your Mama’sLemon Meringue, made just for you, you can always count on these gracious flowers to unfold a little sooner and smell a little sweeter than you remembered the year before.  It’s always about as soon as you can wear your shirt sleeves. And around here, that could be mid-February. Before you know it, we’ll be serving breakfast on the veranda and swatting at honey bees. You’ll wish you could stay all Sunday afternoon, just to walk along the Chattahoochee and watch Herons swoop down to the riverbank, pose with an impossible grace and wait for someone to admire their silhouettes.