Rand House the Historic

I recently stayed at the Rand House and reallyi enjoyed myself. We stayed in the East Room and I highly recommend this room. There was a beautiful clawfoot soaking tub; however the bathroom was spacious for it’s age. There was also a fireplace and plenty of places to lounge with a good book.
The owners hospitality really made the place feel like home. Duffy’s scratch cooking was heaven! I recommend her eggs and honey buns. She also adapted to some of our southwest tastes, like iced-​tea. Merrill and Duffy will quietly leave the paper and hot coffee or tea outside your door for you when you wake up.
Of course there is no TV, but there is WiFi included. There are tons of books and plenty of beautiful rooms in which to sit and read them. They even had a piano, which I did my best to play.
We were there during the winter, so unfortunately the snow prevented us from exploring the grounds. But the view from our window showed a beautiful snowy view. Far enough from the freeway and stores to feel at peace, but close enough to still grab necessities if needed.
Thank you, Merrill and Duffy for the lovely stay. I highly recommend this place to anyone.

Maybe I’m just new to the whole B&B experience, but I had to be torn from the handrails of the Grand Porch of the Rand when it was time to go. This place is truly heaven, and my only complaint was being too busy to sit and read for hours on the private sunroom/​porch attached to our room.
The 124-​year-​old house (built in 1884, you math sloth) was beautifully restored by Duffy and Merrill Busch, the incredibly sweet couple that host weary travelers throughout the year. I’m usually the first to make gagging noises at the sight of doilies and white wicker, but when said doily lies beneath a plate holding the gourmet main entrée of your three course breakfast, you learn to look past the cheesiness and embrace the elegance.
So, yes, few things are as grandiose as having a freaking delicious breakfast on the breezy screened porch of a 124-​year-​old house in the middle of a Minnesota summer. Or opening the door to your cush room (with private bathroom and claw-​foot tub) to find a lacy basketful of coffee and the morning paper. Or walking in the misty morning in thank-god-I’m-not-in-Texas 69 degree weather and watching a marmot shuffle across the path and into a flowerbed full of color. It truly is a back-​in-​time paradise.