Last weekend my wife and I visited Mancos and Flagstone Meadows Ranch for, regrettably, the eleventh and last time. We couldn't stay at Flagstone because Harris Court had sold it to a couple who promised to keep it as a bed and breakfast-but won't. That's another story.
This post is for all of us who loved Flagstone Meadows. It was a home away from home, a Native American Museum, a place to have conversations with people from all over the world during the great breakfasts Harris prepared and a perfect headquarters for day trips to the Four Corners, sometimes with Harris our expert guide. The leather couches, the fireplace, the deck and the mammoth breakfast table are irreplaceable and, yes, we'll stay out of the kitchen.
We, like so many others, didn't return to Flagstone Meadows because of the lodge or the location. We came because of Harris Court who we loved as a great friend. Harris was not only the perfect host but was a totally decent, honest, kind and caring person; the kind you'd want for a brother though the proximity of my birthday and his would have made that impossible unless one of us was adopted. So we wish Harris the absolute best as he travels to see his family in Arizona, Utah and Montana and we look forward to the time when he'll finally have the opportunity to visit us in Tennessee. I sincerely hope that so many of us to whom he has given so much will return the favor and have him to our homes-but don't book him until he travels to Chattanooga.
