Around the lake, where canoes and paddle boats can be rented, several inns sit high up on grassy slopes.

The 11-room inn sits in a nest of trees, on a hill at the east end of town.

A weathered little inn sat on the end of the stone pier where Black Betha, Wraith, and Lady Marya shared mooring space with a half-dozen other galleys of one hundred oars or less.

The nine-room inn sits squarely amid modern buildings and amenities as a reminder of that earlier time.

A 14th-century inn with thatched roof, the Rising Sun sits at the end of the quay in Lynmouth.

We lighted a fire in the corner kiva fireplace and spent our first few hours at the inn just sitting and watching the snowcapped sapphire Jemez Mountains change color as the clouds shifted.

The inn sat prominently on old York Road, where it was a regular stop for stage lines between New York City and Philadelphia.

The inn sits on a ridge with views of the Green Mountains from landscaped grounds of English-style gardens, perennial borders, a gazebo to meditate in and a private nature trail.

The inn was sitting squarely on an intersection of two ground force lines, while a force line in the air passed directly overhead.

The inn sat at the crossroad, facing north.