Meaning to construct a lodge in a completely completely different location, Febles and Loshusan came across The Potlatch Club and fell beneath its spell. Their reclamation venture—amongst the hundreds of its plantings are a whole lot of mature palms that Febles had ingeniously relocated to look as in the event that they’ve at all times been right here—took them 12 years. The end result feels immaculate and serene, concurrently timeless and contemporary. With solely 11 whitewashed suites, cabins, and villas unfold out over a dozen verdant acres, its sense of calm and pampered privateness is full.
There are different locations on the island that, like The Potlatch Club, really feel rather less tame than tidy, cosy Harbour Island. Places like The Other Side and The Farm, two bucolic accommodations owned by Ben Simmons and his spouse, Charlie Phelan. The couple develop meals for the eating places at The Farm and additionally run the fantastic Ocean View, throughout the bay on Harbour Island, which retains the air of bohemian stylish of Ben’s mom, Pip, who was the authentic spirit behind the lodge.
If at Coral Sands we might practiced the artwork of doing nothing, at Potlatch we perfected it. From Pineapple House, the property’s largest villa, a stone path led previous our non-public pool to the sea. A pergola stood at the dunes, like a non-public doorway to the lovely huge, empty seashore. We spent a lot time beneath thatched seashore umbrellas, considering the limitless motion of the ocean that formed this island from compounded shells, coral, and stone. Post-contemplation, we walked up the seashore to Tippy’s, a painted blue shack with a unbelievable bar and carved fish on the partitions. We ate garlic shrimp and fried fish sandwiches, drank chilly Kalik beers and fruit punch.
At Potlatch we wandered over to The Sandbar, an open-air pavilion with a excessive spire on the roof, slow-moving followers, and irresistible cocktails. In the clubhouse there was a grand piano, a hearth, and the authentic black-and-white tile flooring that survived throughout the property’s dormancy. On the partitions are mementos and pictures of the nice and good who’ve holed up right here over the many years. Our Beatles-mad household was instantly drawn to a framed facsimile of Paul McCartney’s handwritten lyrics to “Oh! Darling” in blue ink on Potlatch Club stationery. Paul and Linda sneaked away right here for his or her honeymoon in March of 1969. Paul apparently discovered inspiration in the resort’s luxurious quiet, additionally writing “She Came In Through the Bathroom Window.”