Tony Capecchi

“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” Since age 18, Tony Capecchi has been chronicling his worldwide travel and outdoor adventures for national magazines, including In-Fisherman and North American Hunter. He has co-hosted “Live Outdoors” on CBS Radio, produced television for NBC and worked on The History Channel’s hit series “MonsterQuest.”

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Ashford Castle: Crown Jewel of the Emerald Island

Posted by: Tony Capecchi Updated: December 29, 2013 - 4:13 PM

People often ask, “What was your favorite part of your trip?” It’s a difficult question. Pinpointing one specific highlight and ranking it against the others can be nearly impossible, especially on longer trips that consist of a variety of activities and settings that can’t be fairly compared.

That said, when people ask me, “What was your favorite place that you stayed in Ireland?” I have no hesitation in my response––even though I was lucky enough to stay at a wide variety of world-class resorts, including a 5-star hotel in beautiful County Wicklow, a 500-year-old baronial castle, and a resort on the Ring of Kerry with a view of the ocean.

The favorite place I stayed in Ireland was the Ashford Castle near the quiet village of Cong. As much as my wife and I loved every place we stayed on the Emerald Island, Ashford Castle was, without question, the crown jewel.

Photo Courtesy of Ashford Castle

The 800-year-old castle, built on the shores of Lough Corrib in Ireland’s wildly untamed Connemara region, was once the proud estate of the Guinness family. Yes, that Guinness family––who, as you would expect–– had perhaps the finest estate in all of Ireland. The view across the famous lake has not changed since Sir Benjamin lee Guinness himself lived at Ashford, and all of the castle’s 83 rooms retain their original features.

The room my wife and I stayed in offered a stunning view of the 44,000-acre lake, home to some 365 islands.

Photo Courtesy of Ashford Castle

As gorgeous as the grounds were––the castle is caressed by formal gardens, and hundreds of Oak, Beech and Chestnut trees have been re-planted––it was difficult to pull ourselves out from within the castle walls that first afternoon. Ashford Castle is just too magical. Original architecture is still in-tact, ranging from massive fireplaces to Waterford chandeliers to Roccoco gilt mirrors.

The Drawing Room was spectacular, with live music entertaining at night and views of the perfectly manicured back-lawn, magnificent fountain and opening bay of Lough Corrib delighting by day. As we lounged in the Drawing Room and listened to the lovely piano music we wondered: Who else may have sat in these antique chairs?    

Choices include the Emperor of India, Britain’s King George V, President Ronald Reagan, Senator Ted Kennedy, Oscar Wild, John Lennon, George Harrison, Brad Pitt, Maureen O’Hara and John Wayne, all of whom have stayed at Ashford. In fact, the Duke (by whom I mean John Wayne, not some British royalty) stayed at Ashford when he filmed the movie “The Quiet Man.”

Many of the movie’s action sequences were filmed on Ashford’s estate, and you can walk from the castle to the very waters where the priest in “The Quiet Man” hooked the monstrous salmon he’d been trying to catch for 10 years. That’s not the only reason I was excited to bring my rod and ply the waters at Ashford––many of the largest pike in Fred Buller's famous book, "The Doomsday Book of Mammoth Pike," were caught on Lough Corrib.  

There is also the Cong River, an excellent trout and salmon stream, which dumps into the lake outside the castle’s front door, creating a picture-perfect moment of a fairy-tale like bridge leading to the castle’s grand entrance. “We call that the ‘Oh-My-God!’ corner,” says Ashford’s Molly Leibowitz. “That last bend always surprises guests, when you come around the corner and suddenly this majestic castle comes into view as though sitting on the side of the lake.”

Photo Courtesy of Ashford Castle

That final stretch of river is not just scenic, though; it’s a terrific spot to cast for salmon when they’re running in May. I have to admit, I did catch myself distracted on several casts––not paying my silver spoon its due attention as my eyes studies the castle in front me. The castle’s ghillie, Frank Costello, is an Orvis-endorsed guide who grew up on Lough Corrib and doesn’t let his international reputation go to his head. Ashford’s concierge called him for me at 6:30pm and he kindly offered me tips over the phone. I took notes dutifully, knowing that last year Costello caught a brown trout from the lake that topped the scales at over 13 pounds.

Costello and the concierge’s help that evening was typical of the service at Ashford.  “What makes Ashford special are the wonderful people who work here,” said Paula Carroll, Ashford Castle’s Senior Manager. “Over 40 percent of the staff have in excess of 20 years of service here, and 55 percent have more than 15 years. That’s why clients feel like they are coming and being welcomed home.”

A perfect example is the family who has visited Ashford every Christmas for the past 18 years. They leave all their decorations at Ashford, and the staff decorates their room for them every year before they arrive, so when they walk into their room it’s completely decorated with all their family decorations.

With such service to complement such a breathtaking setting, it’s clear why Ashford was voted #1 Best Resort Hotel in Europe by readers of Conde Nast Traveler in 2010.  

Or, for that matter, why my answer is so easy when people ask me, “What was your favorite part of Ireland?”

Ashford Castle's website is www.ashfordcastle.ie. For more information, email ashford@ashford.ie or call 1.800.346.7007.

Photo Courtesy of Ashford Castle

Ashford Castle also offers golf, falconry, boating, biking, indepedent and guided fishing, horseback riding, archery and clay shooting.

Inverlochy Castle: Timeless Beauty

Posted by: Tony Capecchi Updated: November 29, 2013 - 11:30 AM

After visiting Inverlochy Castle in the highlands of Scotland, I now have a new travel motto: If it’s good enough for Elton John, Robert Redford and Queen Elizabeth, it’s good enough for me.

The 150-year-old castle hotel, tucked away in the outdoor capital of the UK, has also attracted the likes of Charlie Chaplin, Sean Connery, Anthony Hopkins, Mel Gibson, The Duke of Edinburgh and King Hussein of Jordan, along with “regular folks” from over 20 countries, including Brazil, China, Baku, Russia, New Zealand, Hong Kong and Papua New Guinea. It is easy to see why.

Ben Nevis, the tallest mountain in Great Britain, overlooks the ornate castle and its 17 guest bedrooms. Entering the castle is akin to walking into a museum come to life. The Great Hall’s frescoed ceiling, Venetian crystal chandeliers and dramatic staircase are spectacular; meanwhile, all three of the dining rooms feature elaborate tables, chairs and dressers received as gifts from the King of Norway as a thank you for the castle offering him exile during World War II.

And while my wife and I may not be recorded in Inverlochy’s book of famous guests, we certainly were treated like celebrities.

“Our fine Scottish hospitality is what truly makes Inverlochy Castle unique,” said general manager Jane Watson.

The service is impeccable––in fact, there was a waiter at dinner whose sole duty was seemingly to inform us of our wine options and refill our glasse––but the history and surrounding landscape have as much as anything to do with Inverlochy’s awe-inspiring atmosphere. The castle sits on the private Loch Na Marag, and is also near Loch Garry, which local anglers who know the difference swear is the best salmon fishing in western Scotland.

Hunting in the highlands is also popular, with many Inverlochy guests targeting roe deer hinds, red deer stags, grouse and pheasants. As we discovered, a Russian foursome comes to the castle twice a year just to hunt stag––and they have the time of their lives doing it.

As for Jodie and me, our outdoor adventure awaited us on the remote Isle of Skye, where Mother Nature surprised us by displaying herself in shapes and forms we didn’t think possible.

Until recently the unspoiled island was only accessible by boat, but the construction of the Skye Bridge offers a lovely drive that will doubtlessly take you longer than MapQuest suggests, due to the frequent photo opportunities (such as the one pictured below) that demand you pull over.

We left at 5:30 on the morning of our Skye expedition and headed straight to The Old Man of Storr on the northern part of the island, known as the Trotternish Peninsula. The 19-mile long peninsula is the highest point of the island; The Old Man of Storr is a bizarre rock formation at the peninsula’s peak that stands 160-feet tall and towers over The Sound of Raasay.

Skye means “cloudy” in Old Norse, but we were blessed with a rain-free morning and made our ascent up the mountain-side with dry footing and relatively clear skies. The views were spectacular. Skye is sparsely populated––the 600-mile island is said to have more sheep than people––and our early start allowed us to have The Old Man to ourselves. We reached the summit without seeing another soul, hiking alone with the mountain goats.

Photos don’t do this natural treasure justice, but I had to try. At one point the wind nearly blew my tripod and camera over, and I leapt from my pose, several feet away, just in the nick of time to save my Nikon from a premature and rocky death.

As we were about to begin our descent I turned to my wife and said, “Wait. Let’s just stand here another few minutes in silence.”

I am so grateful we paused. Moments like that are hard to come. You only have so many instances in life when Earth’s rugged beauty knocks you over and leaves you gasping for air. When it happens, you want to soak up every ounce of it.



After conquering The Old Man of Storr, we made our way north to The Quiraing, stopping along the way at Kilt Rock waterfall. The 200-foot-tall sea cliff, so named due to its resemblance to a Scotsman’s tartan kilt, has a layer of volcanic rock with vertical lava columns that look like pleats.

The Quiraing presented us with a new hiking challenge, and while it was less vertically challenging than The Old Man of Storr, its views were equally stunning.

We peered down at the dramatic, jagged northern end of the Trotternish Peninsula and identified each of The Quiraing’s famous rock formations: The Table, The Prison and The Needle.

If I saw the terrain in a movie I’d think for sure it was made up for dramatic effect, but sometimes fact is stranger than fiction, and Mother Nature surprises me in ways I didn’t think possible.

I love it when she does.

The website for Inverlochy Castle is www.inverlochycastle.com. To contact Inverlochy Castle, email info@inverlochy.co.uk or call 1-888 424 0106.

Dinner at Inverlochy Castle is an experience unto itself. The steak and seafood was delicious, the service every bit as excellent as the food, and the view, perhaps, the best part of it all. If you catch fish during the day, the staff will clean it and prepare it for you at dinner. After stuffing ourselves with appetizers, side dishes and entrees, we decided to step outside for a few minutes before tackling dessert. During this break, we captured one of my favorite photos of our entire trip, pictured below.

The rooms at Inverlochy Castle are gorgeous, and some guests elect to have "private dining" served in their rooms to soak in the atmosphere. One well-known couple came to the castle for their honeymoom, but had all their luggage lost at the aiport. Without any decent clothes, they opted to have "private dining" in their room. Now, over a decade later, they come back to Inverlochy every year on their anniversary.

The Life of Luxury: Ritz-Carlton, South Beach

Posted by: Tony Capecchi Updated: November 23, 2013 - 12:01 AM

My wife and I gazed out from our corner-suite balcony on the top floor of the Ritz-Carlton, South Beach watching the sun rise over the most famous beach in the world.

That’s a statement I never thought I would make, and a view I know I will never forget.

We were just visitors in this foreign world, where beautiful people stroll by with million-dollar smiles and $50,000 purses, so we soaked in South Beach as best we could during our weekend at the famous hotel. Our impression of the land of luxury? Puttin’ on the Ritz was every bit as magnificent as we had imagined.



“South Beach is truly a unique destination,” said Kevin Kelly, General Manager of the Ritz-Carlton, South Beach Hotel. “You have everything you’d want in one city. I’ve lived in many parts of the world, and I’ve never seen a city like South Beach.”

Indeed, South Beach is unlike any other place on the planet. You have the glitz and glamour of gorgeous people dressed to the nines going to nightclubs that don’t close until sun-up. You have a pristine beach with sand as soft as velvet. You have Art Deco buildings that refuse to age or adapt to architectural advances. You have high-end shopping and dining that lures in sophisticates from around the world. And a half hour away from it all you have the wildly untamed Florida Everglades, an outdoorsman’s dream.

Our visit to the Ritz-Carlton, South Beach, which celebrates its 10 year anniversary this December, included unforgettable experiences at both ends of the spectrum: staring at a crocodile from 20 feet away in the backwaters of the Everglades, and sipping 20-year-old Macallan on the rocks in the hotel’s VIP Club Lounge.

The hotel itself is gorgeous. Any other word would fail to do it justice. One of the most famous Art Deco walls in Miami anchors the main lobby, which is surrounded by 375 luxurious rooms, 20,000 square feet in meeting rooms, two restaurants, one 16,000-square foot spa, and a $2 million art collection.

In fact, the opulence makes it difficult to leave the hotel’s interior, but once you step outside you’re instantly glad you did. The view from the infinity pool is unreal, with South Beach and the Atlantic Ocean blending in the background.

Considering the Ritz-Carlton’s ability to orchestrate such a perfect scene at South Beach, it makes sense that 2013 was a banner year for the hotel chain across the globe.

“We opened 12 new hotels this year worldwide,” Kelly said. “That’s the most we’ve ever opened in a single year, and we have plans to expand from 80 hotels currently to 100 by 2016.”

Kelly is no stranger to international hotels. The London native has managed five different hotels in the UK prior to coming to South Beach, and has extensive knowledge of luxury hotels in Eastern Europe and Asia.

“The further east you go, the higher the standard of luxury. In Asia, there’s an employee pushing an elevator button for you,” said Kelly, noting the Ritz-Carlton’s expansion plans include new hotels in Morocco, Israel, India and Japan. “It’s an exciting time for us as we open new hotels in exotic destinations where you don’t think of a Ritz-Carlton.”

For the Ritz, expansion into exotic destinations is a balancing act as the famous hotel walks the line between adapting to the local culture and maintaining its global branding and traditions.

“The robust pipeline of hotel projects indicates a continued strong demand for Ritz-Carlton products and services. We are delighted at the company’s continued positive growth,” said Herve Humler, president and CEO. “Across the globe, and especially in Asia and the Middle East, we will be the undisputed top-tier luxury hospitality brand by 2016.”

It seems the Ritz can already make that claim in South Beach. Each year, half a million people walk through the hotel’s famous front doors. Guests come from every corner of the world, with 40 couples per year choosing to celebrate their wedding at the Ritz. The hotel’s 496-person staff includes Francy Silva, a highly regarded wedding coordinator.

“Our policy is never to host two weddings on the same day,” she said. “We want the bride and the entire wedding party to realize their special day is not only our focus, but our sole priority!”

Meeting a Rock Star

Given that South Beach is known for famous people, it’s not that surprising Jodie and I encountered a rock star at the Ritz. The odd thing is he was wearing an apron and working in the kitchen.

To amplify its appeal to anglers and boaters, the Ritz recently launched a “Catch of the Stay” package that combines daily deep sea fishing excursions with fresh fish meals at the Ritz’s incomparable DiLido Beach Club––which, by the way, is the only restaurant in South Beach that’s actually on the beach. We did our fishing separately from the package, but took advantage of the “Catch of the Stay” with a 7-course, ocean-inspired lunch that was, without question, the best lunch we’ve ever had.



And it was there we met our rock star, head chef Andres Meraz. Meraz showered us with dish after dish of shrimp, marinated mahi, Pacific tuna and pan-seared salmon that––get this––was flown in that morning from the Pacific Ocean.

“The local salmon we were getting wasn’t to our standards,” Meraz explained as he brought us out our fish. “So now we get it flown in daily from the Pacific. We do that with the tuna, also, because tuna in the Pacific is better than what’s available in the Caribbean.”

Meraz explained each dish to us in great detail––his cerviche won 1st place in a competition among 70 top chefs––and then took the time to visit with us after our meal. As soon as we left, Jodie and I turned to each other and almost in unison said, “That guy’s a rock star.”

Here’s what we meant: Meraz is immensely talented, extremely personable and naturally good looking. He grew up working at his grandfather’s Mexican restaurant in Oakland, and has since worked in Spain, Hungary, Italy and Austria. Incredibly, he is only 28.

“Andres is like a Cuban grandmother. He wants people to eat, eat, eat,” said Richard Lemus, a communications manager at the Ritz-Carlton, South Beach.

Trust me when I say that Meraz will be famous one day. He’s one of those rare individuals unfairly blessed with incredible skills and a passion for his craft, along with a generous dose of natural charisma and refreshing humility. Upon meeting him, you instantly know he’s destined for greatness.

It is people like Meraz––every bit as much as the beach, the sunrises, the luxury and the nightlife––that makes The Ritz-Carlton, South Beach one of the world’s elite destinations.

“I shouldn’t say this, but you get to a point where a hotel room is a hotel room,” admitted Kelly. “It is the ladies and gentlemen who work here, who delight in pleasing our guests, who truly set The Ritz-Carlton apart.”

The website for The Ritz-Carlton, South Beach is www.ritzcarlton.com/en/Properties/SouthBeach. For more information, call (786) 276-4000.

The Ritz-Carlton has twice won the prestigious Malcolm Baldridge National Quality Award.  

 

 
 

The above two photos show the view from our wrap-around balcony on the top floor of the Ritz-Carlton, South Beach. Just 30 minutes away from all the glitz, glamour and gorgeous beaches lies the untamed Florida Everglades, pictured below.

 

What does a seven-course lunch look like? Well, see for yourself, with every delicious dish captured below. Above was the setting for this incredible lunch. We ate slowly, savoring every bite and taking over two hours to enjoy the memorable meal on South Beach.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Paradise Found: Life on an Exotic Island

Posted by: Tony Capecchi Updated: December 27, 2013 - 9:20 AM

I am balancing on a 12-foot, wooden paddle board armed with an oversized kayak paddle I used to propel myself away from the jungle island and into the Atlantic Ocean when I notice a shark swimming 30 yards behind me. Ahead of me I see nothing but azure water so I do the only thing that comes to mind: I wobble down to my knees to untie the fishing pole I have strapped to my board and cast out in the direction of the unmistakable fin.

The shark is oblivious to my first two casts, but on the third cast she catches the scent of the shrimp I’m using for bait and charges after it. I wind faster. This angers her; she accelerates with remarkable speed to close the gap between her teeth, my bait and me.

I’m quickly running out of space––I have wound in nearly all my line and the chase is still on. I lower my rod tip into the water and whip it to the back of the board to keep my bait in motion when––BANG––the shark annihilates my bait 18 inches in front me! The shark strike creates a surface explosion like a cannonball hitting the water.

My pole is instantly doubled over from the weight of the sea creature, which spins 180 degrees with a splash of its tail and races off into the depths of the Atlantic with me now in tow behind her.

An Island Oasis

As thrilling as it was, the shark escapade was just one episode of a surreal sequence of adventures my wife and I experienced at Little Palm Island Resort & Spa near the Florida Keys, a private, 5-acre island resort miles off-shore from the southernmost tip of the United States.   

At Little Palm Island, breathtaking moments seem as common as palm trees. Just 12 hours before the shark encounter, Jodie and I feasted on a tikki torch-lit, five-course dinner on the beach with a personalized menu congratulating us on our 4th wedding anniversary and a pianist playing in the background. Less than 90 minutes after the shark, we were pampered beyond belief for two hours with an ancient Indonesian ritual known as the Javanese Royal Treatment at Little Palm’s award-winning Spa Terre.

From the instant we arrived until the tragic moment when we had to leave paradise and return to the real world, it was abundantly clear why Little Palm Island is routinely named one of the best resorts on the planet.

We left our car and main-land mentality behind at Little Palm’s welcome station near Key West, then enjoyed a 15-minute cruise onboard a 1930s-style motor boat to reach the private island. We had taken no more than four steps on the landing dock when Renda, a blonde from Ohio who fell in love with the island a decade ago and is now a Little Palm Island manager, called out to us: “Welcome! You must be Tony and Jodie! The staff will take your bags. Come with me, I’ll give you a tour of the island.”

We smiled in awe of the path Renda led us down––a West-facing dining room on the edge of the beach; a sequestered pool shaded by giant palm trees next to an outdoor bar; a marina with kayaks, paddle boards and motorboats for us to use whenever we wanted; a rustic library with a take-a-book, leave-a-book policy as well as the only TV on the island; an over-size chess board beside the trail to a plush spa; a Zen garden and a gazebo overlooking the ocean; and, finally, at the far corner of the island, our romance suite: a thatched-roof bungalow on the water complete with our own fire-pit, deck, outdoor Jacuzzi and open-air bamboo shower.


We followed Renda into the suite. After we passed through the living room and bathroom (which also had an indoor shower and a soaking tub), we made our way into the master bedroom––featuring a curtained canopy bed and vaulted ceiling––and noticed our luggage tucked carefully in the closet. We had arrived more than 5 hours ahead of check-in time yet Little Palm was ready to welcome us into its island oasis.

In the weeks prior to our arrival, Little Palm Island––named the No. 1 beach resort in the U.S. by Travel & Leisure––had welcomed guests from England, France, Germany, Sweden and Dubai. The resort features 30 isolated bungalows, each designed for two guests.

“The reason we’re consistently voted one of the top hotels in the world is because we truly embrace our mantra, ‘Get Lost,’” said Matt Trahan, the regional managing director of Little Palm Island’s parent company, Noble House Hotels & Resorts. “Guests get to disconnect from the real world and re-connect with each other, and the island has a very peaceful vibe in the lap of luxury.”

It’s a vibe similar to that found in the South Pacific or West Indies, and as amazed as I am that such a luxurious, jungle-island paradise exists anywhere on earth, I am almost equally surprised that all I had to do to reach it was jump on a plane to Miami and drive a couple hours.

“Many people think that the serene ambiance of Little Palm can only be found thousands of miles away,” Trahan said. “With only 30 suites on a 5-acre island, privacy and solitude are definite. Of course, there are many activities to do, from deep-sea fishing to sea plane tours.”

Sail Away

Not only was the staff ready to welcome us to Little Palm Island, so, too, were the fish. After checking in, we immediately went to the beach and while Jodie laid down to soak up the sun, I grabbed a fishing pole and some shrimp from the dockhand and cast out. Ten seconds later, I had caught my first-ever saltwater fish, a jack.

The very next cast yielded another species I had never before seen or caught: a mackerel. Half an hour of such fast action inspired us to take out one of the Boston Whaler boats available for guests to use. Having never before fished in the ocean, it was exhilarating to cruise around by ourselves on an 85-degree sunny day and haul in fish after fish––mutton snapper, mackerel, grouper, snook, jack, yellow tail snapper, bluefish and mangrove snapper. The non-stop action, combined with the beauty of the island, made it easy to see why Little Palm Island was once a popular fishing camp for Presidents Roosevelt, Truman and Kennedy.  

Later in the day we tried paddle boarding for our first time ever and loved it. You stand aboard a thick, surfboard-esqe device and row yourself forward with an extra long kayak oar. It’s surprisingly easy to move fast on a paddle board, though we quickly discovered our preferred mode of transportation on a paddle board was to lie down on the board, look out at the horizon and let the wind blow.

The wind was also our fuel the next day for another unforgettable adventure at Little Palm Island: a day of private sailing aboard the LilyAnna, a beautiful, 38-foot Admirable-class Catamaran. Neither Jodie nor I had ever been sailing, and it turns out we picked a Rolls Royce for our first drive. The LilyAnna, built in Cape Town, South Africa, is sleek, smooth and superbly comfortable.

We sailed out to Hog Reef, arguably the top diving destination in the U.S., and snorkeled among hundreds of fish on a pristine reef in a protected sanctuary. We have snorkeled in hot-spots such as Cozumel and Hawaii, and this site blew both places out of the water.  

Willie and Mike made the adventure even more fun. They’re the perfect companions for a day sail––quick to laugh, full of interesting sea stories, and eager to serve. “If you need anything don’t get up, just wave your hand in the air,” Mike instructed us as we laid at the front of the vessel polishing off our complimentary bottle of wine.

For the heck of it, we trolled a couple Rapala X-Rap Magnums on the way back to the island and promptly hooked a barracuda, a goliath grouper, and an enormous jack. I have to say, life is pretty good when you’re sailing on the Atlantic Ocean on a sunny afternoon with your beautiful wife on a beautiful ship, listening to Bob Marley’s “Don’t Worry About a Thing.”  

Dining in Paradise

While I was drawn to Little Palm Island for a Robinson Crusoe-style tropical adventure, I have to admit when it came to food I wasn’t exactly scouring through the jungle trying to live off the land. In fact, the resort's famous dining room was created by the award-winning Chef Luis Pous, who is widely admired for developing the island’s signature Pan-Latin cuisine.

His Cuban heritage and love of the Caribbean have inspired him to create unique dishes such as Foie Gras Cuban sandwiches and Key West lobster with apple, truffle, tarragon and Key Lime risotto. The food itself is delicious, but the restaurant’s setting makes everything taste that much better. Jodie and I sat mere feet from the ocean and enjoyed a perfect view of the sunset.

We opened the menu and, by the light of the tikki torches, saw a shocking headline at the top of the menu: “Happy 4th Anniversary Mr. and Mrs. Capecchi.” Back at Little Palm’s welcome station on the mainland, a greeter checking us in before the boat ride had asked if there was any special occasion that brought us to Little Palm. Jodie had responded casually: “No, not really, but we’re kind of celebrating our anniversary.”

Now, as a result of that one comment, here we were looking at a personalized menu! In fact, even the banana split I ordered for dessert was adorned with a chocolate “Happy Anniversary” wish.

With personal touches like that, it’s no wonder why guests return to Little Palm Island as if it’s a religious pilgrimage. One couple was married at Little Palm Island 17 years ago (the island offers a wedding coordinator among its 110-person staff and celebrates 30 weddings a year) and has returned every year since. In 2014, the couple plans to bring their twin daughters to celebrate their birthday with a Sweet Sixteen celebration on the beach.  

I’d be remiss in discussing food at Little Palm without mentioning breakfast. It is an experience unto itself. The evening prior, you check what items you want on the menu, as well as what time you want your breakfast delivered. Then you place the menu in your bamboo mailbox outside your bungalow. While you’re sleeping, a staff member takes the menu and next thing you know there’s a knock at your door in the morning and breakfast is served on your private deck overlooking the water.   

One morning while devouring French toast, eggs over easy, yogurt with granola and fresh fruit, Jodie and I saw two Key Deer swim over from a nearby island onto Little Palm and walk right in front of us. The endangered deer, which look like miniature whitetails, are very common at Little Palm Island. In fact, we saw multiple deer at close distances every day.

The Royal Treatment

It was about an hour after breakfast that I jumped on the paddle board that fateful morning and encountered my shark. The beast tired, eventually, after peeling out nearly all the line in my reel. It was quite an adrenaline rush to conquer the shark, and I won’t soon forget the view of its dorsal fin slowly sinking away after I released it.

Less than 90 minutes after that primitive adventure, I enjoyed another unique experience at the opposite end of the spectrum: a relaxing couple’s treatment at Little Palm Island’s Spa Terre. After checking in at the main spa center, we were led to an enormous, enclosed garden. We would have this entire, lush space to ourselves––along with our masseuses––for the next two hours.

We underwent Spa Terre’s signature Javanese Royal Treatment, an ancient tradition originating in the palaces of Java, Indonesia. It began with a Balinese massage using Jasmine scented flower oil and culminated with the application of warm yogurt, creating a strangely soothing sensation. We then took an outdoor shower and proceeded to soak in an exotic flower petal bath. It seemed we were in the Orient as we sipped on sweet tea and watched flower petals float around us.

Finally, we went back into the massage room and had Jasmine scented lotion applied to us by the skillful masseuses. For the first time in several days, I smelled like neither fish nor shrimp––a fact my wife greatly appreciated.

The aptly named treatment we received at the spa truly epitomized the royal treatment Little Palm Island lavished on us throughout our remarkable stay. Patricia Shultz spotlighted the resort in her New York Times best-seller, “1,000 Places to See Before You Die,” calling the island a place “where the first impression is exotic perfection.”

After spending several days at this one-of-a-kind paradise, I can now say that “exotic perfection” is indeed the first and final impression of Little Palm Island.

The website for Little Palm Island Resort and Spa is www.littlepalmisland.com. To contact Little Palm Island, call 800.343.8567 or email getlost@littlepalmisland.com.

Little Palm Island was named the No. 1 resort in Florida by Conde Naste Traveler.

Spencer, a 15-year-old heron, is the mayor of Little Palm Island. He has reigned over the island for years, and does not let other herons live at Little Palm. Whenever I'd catch a fish, Spencer would come running up to me for his snack. I'd hold out the fish, and Spencer would take it directly out of my hands.

We had a blast taking out the motorboats available for guests to use. Jodie was our fearless captain, and it was exciting to fish off the boat and catch all sorts of new species. I also discovered that fishing on a paddle board is one of the most intimate ways to interact with the ocean and its creatures.

G.K. Chesterton wrote, "There is no way in which a man can deserve a sunset." I have to agree.

The North Shore’s Secrets

Posted by: Tony Capecchi Updated: September 28, 2013 - 8:27 PM

A heart attack killed my grandpa before I was born. When he was among the living Grandpa took my mother, a teenager at the time, on a trip to Tofte to see Lake Superior. Ever since, Mom has considered the North Shore her spiritual birthplace.

So to celebrate my mom’s early retirement I took her back to Tofte to be reunited with Gitche Gumee’s majestic waters. Our home for the weekend was Bluefin Bay, and throughout our adventure we took to heart Bluefin’s motto: “Never miss a wave.”   
 
“Guests are surprised how incredibly close our resort is to Lake Superior,” said Dennis Rysdahl, owner and general manager of Bluefin Bay. “People are stunned by these amazing views of the world’s largest freshwater lake––you can’t get closer to Superior than this.”

Missing a wave was not an option for us. Our beautiful condo sat mere feet from the lake. As soon as we arrived we dropped our bags in the living room and headed straight to our private deck to sit face-to-face with the inland ocean. The sinful 5-chocoloate pie we picked up at Betty’s Pies en route to Tofte tasted that much better with cool lake air rushing against us.

We savored each bite and ate slowly and carefully––it seemed a dropped crumb would fall directly into the lake below us. Had we really been in rush hour traffic in the heart of Minneapolis just four hours ago? If so, we entered a time-warp when we walked through the condo and out to the back deck. The rolling waves of Lake Superior pounding at our doorstep instantly washed away the busyness of the daily grind.

“You feel like you are worlds away,” Rysdahl said. “Bluefin Bay is the perfect antidote to life’s chaos and craziness.”

No wonder guests flock to Bluefin Bay from 47 different states, from Hawaii to Maine, from Florida to California. It is here that you can soak in aura of the world’s largest freshwater lake.

In truth, Mom and I would have been happy had we never strayed from our deck the entire weekend. But retirement doesn’t mean kicking back and relaxing to Mom. It means new adventures and discoveries, and we were in the perfect place for just that.



For the first-time ever, Mom went fishing on Lake Superior, kayaked on the big lake, hiked along Cascade River’s waterfalls, trekked along the Superior Hiking Trail, climbed Oberg Mountain and biked on Gitchi-Gami State Trail. And that was just Saturday alone!



Other days found us summiting Sawtooth Mountain’s Carlton Peak and Britton Peak, exploring for miles along the Temperance River, eating breakfast at sunrise on the rocks of Tofte Park, wading in chilly Lake Superior at Split Rock Lighthouse State Park and hiking at Palisade Head.

We had scoured Bluefin Bay’s website weeks in advance to create an agenda that maximized our time to enjoy the abundant outdoor activities. The resort, which opened in 1984 and hosts a variety of condos, studios and guest rooms, offers complementary shuttles to area trails, 50 road and mountain bikes, canoes, kayaks, guided hiking and biking trips, tennis courts, badminton, bocce ball and––during the winter––snowshoes, cross-country skis, ice skates and an outdoor rink.  

Biking and sea kayaking are the two most popular summer and fall activities at Bluefin. Some 1,200 to 1,500 guests try their hand at sea kayaking every year. For Mom, who adores Lake Superior but has never before sat in a kayak, the challenge of kayaking Gitche Gumee was on her bucket list.

Originally, we had signed up for a 3:30 Saturday afternoon guided kayaking excursion knowing we'd be out and about until then. As it turned out, our early Saturday morning fishing excursion in Grand Marais was so successful we caught our keeper fish fast and actually quit several hours early, and after wading along the Cascade River waterfalls for an hour we returned to Bluefin ahead of schedule at 12:22pm.

There was a 12:30 guided kayaking session we switched to and joined at the last second, and we made it out while the lake was still relatively calm. It was a rush to kayak in the massive lake so famous for taking down enormous iron ore ships.

The 3:30 kayaking session we had originally signed up for ended up getting cancelled (well, moved to a smaller, in-land lake) because the wind had kicked up. By luck, we stumbled across the 12:30 session––when kayaking on the big lake was still an option–– with only minutes to spare. I was so grateful we made it out on this adventure because I knew kayaking on Superior was on Mom’s bucket list, and she had graciously gone fishing with me first thing in the morning (when the lake was glass) so I could accomplish a goal of mine: catching a salmon on Lake Superior.

With kayaking done by 3, we then had the rest of the afternoon free to hike Oberg Mountain and revel in her spectacular views. The unfolding of the day's activities epitomizes how serendipitously things worked out throughout our trip––and is also a reminder that on Superior’s shores you can make the best-laid plans but ultimately Mother Nature dictates your schedule as she sees fit.

Some More S’mores?

Before heading to Bluefin’s nightly bonfire on the beach, Mom and I went on a twilight bike ride along the lake that produced my favorite “what did we stumble across here” moment of the trip. We were the only ones on the shore, biking alongside classic rock formations, and the cooling evening air was alive and electric. My words won’t do it justice, but perhaps this photo will paint the picture some.

After dark, we followed our noses to the smell of the bonfire, though we could have just as easily followed our ears––Bluefun Bay hires evening musicians ranging from Bump Blomberg to Barbra Jeans to Bob Bingham (who played for Gordon Lightfoot) to entertain guests. That night a middle-aged musician sat by the fire strumming a guitar and singing soft lullabies to the lake while guests swapped stories of their day’s adventures and bonded over complimentary s’mores.

“Got room for some more s’more people?” asked Mike Storms, 53, as he approached the bonfire. Storms and his wife Kathy were there on their honeymoon. They had met online in what both had apparently vowed was their “last attempt” at online dating.

“We had a campfire and s’mores at our wedding reception,” Storms told the friendly group of fellow vacationers as he assessed his golden-brown marshmallow. “But this is quite the encore. What a setting!”

Indeed, it is a special setting for a wedding or a honeymoon––Bluefin Bay has been voted Best Honeymoon Resort by Minnesota Bride Magazine a staggering seven years in a row. Earlier in the afternoon, we saw a wedding photo shoot take place on the grounds. Bluefin Bay hosts 50 weddings per year; among its 150 staff members is an in-house wedding and event coordinator.

And those who complain that wedding food tends to run on the bland, predictable side (lukewarm chicken and mashed potatoes, anyone?) have obviously never dined at a Bluefin reception before. The resort offers three distinct dining options: Waves of Superior Café, Coho Café and Bakery and The Bluefine Grille, the latter of which offers an extensive wine list and live music.

“At Coho Café and Bakery we make everything from scratch without any preservatives added,” said Diani Dimitrova, Coho Café and Bakery Manager. “We buy local as much as we possibly can for fish, sausage and seasonal produce so everything’s as fresh as it can be.”

My two-cents? There’s a reason Coho Cafe’s homemade specialty pizzas win so many awards; order one and you won’t regret it.

 Like Grandfather, Like Grandson

You feel a certain amount of responsibility when you plan a trip for a loved one. I distinctly remember feeling 2-feet tall when an arduous cliff-side mountain hike I took my wife on in Scotland got frightening for her and panic swept across her face.

On the flip side, I can still hear my dad saying, “This is even more beautiful than I thought it would be,” when I took him on the Canadian fly-in fishing adventure he’d always dreamed of going on “someday.”

As Mom and I sat on our private deck at Bluefin Bay one last time before check-out, it was obvious that her retirement trip couldn’t have gone any better. As we looked out at Lake Superior glistening in the sun, Mom told me something I hadn’t heard before: her dad, in the days prior to his sudden and unexpected death at age 46, was planning on taking his family back to Tofte.

Apparently after his death they had found the phone number to some cabin rentals in Tofte along with a few dates scribbled on a sheet of a paper in his briefcase. I never met my grandpa, but here I was taking his daughter on the trip he had planned.

The great lake, for her part, didn’t know that grandpa once walked the shores of Tofte––or even, for that matter, that Mom and I were there that very moment, ourselves irrelevant in the shadow of her 15,000 years.

But that’s OK. We knew.

Bluefin Bay's website is www.bluefinbay.com. For more information, call 1-800-Bluefin (258-3346).

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