Up the foggy mountain road, past two waterfalls, into the drive, up the wooded path and across the mossy rock patio. Step inside and take in a deep breath. Can you smell the hot chocolate with extra marshmallows just for you? Do you hear the bird in the kitchen and catch a little Rat Pack or Nat King Cole drifting in to greet you? You are in the right place. Take off your shoes so you can feel the creak of the wood, the cush of the carpet, the cold of the marble and the scratch of the oriental rugs beneath your feet. From ping pong and endless games of pool in the basement to long, rainy afternoons of make believe in the attic… everything in between is now just a sweet memory.