Walled gardens and a heated pool, a cedar sauna and a cold plunge, trails to the riverbank, and a bonfire lit each evening the weather allows. Then the things worth leaving the estate for — and the things worth never leaving it for.
Included each morning, 7–10am in Butterfield
Garden pool, open May through October
In the spring house, by the gardens
Fourteen acres, kept by the estate gardener
Lit at dusk, weather allowing, with cider
Down to the Hudson and back through the orchard
Fireplace, books, games, an honor bar
On-site, with valet on arrival
Reservations, a car, dinner anywhere
Select rooms, by advance request
Our cellar keeper walks you through six pours — ciders pressed from the estate’s own apples and a short flight of Hudson and Finger Lakes wine — with a board of valley cheese and charcuterie. Booked at the front desk; complimentary for Cottage and Suite guests.
Saturday mornings, the estate gardener leads a gentle two-hour walk to the riverbank and back up through the orchard, naming the trees, the birds, and the two-hundred-year history underfoot. Coffee and a pastry to start; boots if you need them.
We keep a small bench of licensed massage therapists who come to your room with table and oils. Pair it with the cedar sauna and cold plunge in the spring house, reserved privately by the half-hour. Booked through the concierge, day before preferred.
Six seats at the kitchen pass for a longer, off-menu dinner cooked and walked through by Chef Park and her team. The valley, in eight or nine courses, with optional pairings from the cellar. The hardest seat in the house to get — ask early.
A small fleet of well-kept bicycles, complimentary to guests, with a hand-drawn map of the quietest back roads — to the village, to a farm stand, to a swimming hole the locals know. Helmets and a packed lunch on request.
The concierge plans a full day on Warren Street in Hudson and the antique shops of Rhinebeck and Tivoli — with lunch booked, a driver if you’d like one, and a list of the dealers worth the stop. Tell us what you collect; we’ll route the day.
Twenty-two rooms, a farm table, fourteen acres, and a fire at dusk — an hour and forty minutes north of Manhattan. Breakfast is on us.
