Experience the all new Eagle Crest Resort. Nestled against the Cascade Mountains near Bend, the 1,700 acre resort with Deschutes River frontage boast over 300 days of sunshine. The 100-room Lodge is perfect for couples and travelers and 65 vacation rentals are ideal for families. With two championship golf courses, The Ridge Course and The Resort Course, the 18-hole par-63 Challenge Course, and the 18-hole Putting Course, links lovers are never far from their favorite pastime and Juniors play free in the afternoons. Pamper at the spa, workout at three sports centers, get inspired along the Deschutes River Trail, and saddle up at Ikiutan Stables. Families are right at home with five outdoor pools, Splash Park, Putting Course, and kid’s only programming throughout the year.
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July 24, 2026Discover21127331635Amazing trip to Central Or
More Than a Hotel: My Journey Through Central Oregon Some people collect souvenirs. I collected people. Their kindness, their laughter, their stories, and the way they made me feel became the greatest treasures I brought home. This is not simply a story about the places I visited. It is a story about the people who made those places unforgettable. My journey through Central Oregon began when I traveled to Bend with my mom. Because she uses a walker, even the simplest outings can sometimes feel complicated. I am always watching the ground ahead of her, checking for steps, looking for accessible entrances, and wondering whether people will be patient. Throughout our time in Bend, people were extraordinarily kind to her. They held doors, gave her time to move at her own pace, offered assistance, and treated her with patience and dignity. Those gestures may have seemed small to the people offering them, but they meant everything to me. When you love someone whose body no longer moves as easily as it once did, you notice the people who make the journey gentler. I certainly noticed them. Later, I returned to Bend on my own and spent two nights at the Campfire Hotel. From the moment I arrived, the hotel felt like much more than a place to sleep. The staff made it feel alive. There was Alice, whose warmth and kindness stayed with me. There was the bartender, who made guests feel comfortable and welcome. And then there was the beautiful Black queen behind the front desk, whose name I regret not remembering. She laughed at my corny jokes, answered what must have felt like an endless number of questions, and never once made me feel as though I was bothering her. She was patient, warm, and genuinely kind. The rooms were memorable, the atmosphere was fun, and the hotel itself had personality—but once again, it was the people who made it special. Outside, the fire pit became its own little world. Families gathered there. Solo travelers pulled up chairs. Complete strangers began talking as though they had known one another for years. That was where I met a group of men visiting from Portland. They worked in the craft-beer industry, operating a mobile canning business that traveled to different breweries. Before that night, I had no idea that such a business even existed. We talked, laughed, shared stories, and stayed around the fire until nearly three in the morning. At some point, I invited them to my upcoming birthday celebration. It was not one of those invitations people offer simply to be polite. I meant it. That is what can happen when people slow down long enough to speak to one another. A stranger can become familiar. A conversation can become a memory. A few hours around a fire can become one of the most meaningful parts of an entire trip. During my time in Bend, I also reconnected with Mary Baretich Taft. Mary and I share roots that stretch back to Aberdeen and Bench Drive. Life had taken us in different directions, and years had passed, but when we saw each other again, the time between us seemed to disappear. There is something comforting about being with a person who remembers an earlier version of you. They remember where you came from. They remember people and places that helped shape you. They hold pieces of your history that no one you meet later in life can fully understand. Reconnecting with Mary reminded me that not every meaningful person on a journey is someone new. Sometimes the greatest gift is finding your way back to someone who was already part of your story. Another memorable stop was the Yacht Club. I had visited before with my mom, and I never forgot how kindly the owner treated her. When someone is especially thoughtful toward my mother, I remember it. The pizza was excellent, the mocktails were wonderful, and the hospitality made us feel genuinely welcome. It was not simply about being served a meal. It was about being treated as though our presence mattered. That kindness stayed with me and made returning feel like visiting a place where I was already known. I also spent time at Dogwood, a place filled with personality and a wonderful atmosphere. The bartenders were friendly, the person making the pizzas was memorable, and the entire place had the kind of energy that encourages people to relax and enjoy themselves. Inside Dogwood was a sandwich shop run by a husband-and-wife team originally from Oakland, California. The wife’s name was Chris, although I unfortunately cannot remember her husband’s name. Before going to see Trevor Noah, I ordered a roast beef sandwich. I ate half of it before the show and saved the other half for later. When I returned after the show, I finished it—and it was still amazing. They also recommended the BLT, which gives me one more reason to return. It may sound like a small detail, but that sandwich became part of the memory of the evening: half before Trevor Noah, half after, and delicious both times. In the Campfire Hotel parking lot, there was also a breakfast-burrito stand run by a friendly woman and gentleman. Their breakfast burritos were amazing, but what I remember just as clearly is how welcoming they were. A good meal can begin your day, but a kind interaction can change the entire tone of it. Right next to the burrito stand was a coffee stand staffed by another incredibly sweet woman. She was warm and welcoming, and once again, what could have been an ordinary transaction became a moment I remembered because of the person behind the counter. One afternoon, I enjoyed a wonderful lunch at The Hook & Plow. From the moment I walked in, I felt welcome. The two people who took care of me seemed to do it all. They greeted guests at the door, served tables, worked behind the bar, and somehow made every person who walked through the door feel genuinely welcome. They did it all with professionalism, warmth, patience, and a smile. I ordered one of the most beautiful salads I have ever seen—and it was every bit as delicious as it looked. The fresh bread was unforgettable, the mocktail was perfectly crafted, and even something as simple as ice water with lemon was served with genuine care. I took my time, enjoyed every bite, checked my phone now and then, and never once felt rushed. Instead, they made me feel like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Sometimes a meal is memorable because of the food. Sometimes it is memorable because of the people. At The Hook & Plow, it was both. I also have to mention Newport Avenue Market. The best way I can describe it is Whole Foods on steroids—but much smaller, friendlier, and filled with the heart of a neighborhood market. It felt like the kind of place where neighbors know one another, employees genuinely enjoy helping customers, and shopping is still a pleasant experience rather than a chore. Another unexpected highlight of my journey was stopping at the Sinclair gas station on Third Street. Most people do not think twice about stopping for gas or getting a car wash, but I certainly will from now on. The crew was made up of several young men who worked together like a well-oiled machine. They were polite, hardworking, professional, and genuinely seemed to enjoy taking care of their customers. One young man, who I believe was only sixteen or seventeen, told me it was either his first day or his first week on the job. You never would have guessed it. He was courteous, confident, and genuinely kind. Watching that entire crew work together gave me hope. In a world where it is easy to criticize younger generations, these young men reminded me that there are still teenagers and young adults who take tremendous pride in their work, respect others, and understand what outstanding customer service looks like. I drove away with a clean car, but I also drove away with a smile. One experience that especially touched my heart was visiting Shepherd’s House. It reminded me that the true character of a community is found in the way it cares for people who are struggling. The compassion I witnessed there left a lasting impression on me. One of the most meaningful parts of my time in Central Oregon happened at Eagle Crest Resort. When I arrived that afternoon, I was welcomed by two very kind women at the front desk. I believe one of them was still in training, while the other was clearly the person everyone depended on. Unfortunately, I never learned either of their names. Both women were warm, friendly, and welcoming, and they made checking in feel easy. The people I encountered at WorldMark were also very friendly and welcoming. Everywhere I went around Eagle Crest, I seemed to meet people who were willing to smile, start a conversation, offer help, or make a stranger feel at home. It was also at Eagle Crest that I met a Puerto Rican family—a mother, a father, their daughter, and the daughter’s husband. We had never met before, but before long, we were talking about life, family, and faith. During our conversation, the mother told me that I absolutely had to watch The Chosen. She spoke about it with such enthusiasm that it was obvious the series had touched her deeply. Her husband and daughter agreed and encouraged me to watch it as well. Before we went our separate ways, the family asked if they could pray with me. There, in the middle of an ordinary day, people who had been complete strangers only a short time earlier joined with me in prayer. It was not rehearsed. It was not planned. It was simply kindness. I may not remember every word that was spoken, but I will always remember how that moment made me feel. Seen. Encouraged. And cared for. It is amazing how people can walk into your life for only a few moments and still leave something behind that stays with you. That family may never fully understand what their kindness meant to me. But I will remember them. Afterward, I went back to my room, took a shower, and got ready for the evening. Then I got into my truck and drove down to a restaurant a couple of buildings away. There, I had one of the best hamburgers I had eaten in a long time. The hamburger was absolutely delicious, but once again, it was the people who made the experience stand out. The service was excellent, everyone was warm and friendly, and I felt genuinely welcomed from the moment I arrived. By that point in my journey, I was beginning to notice a pattern. The food throughout Central Oregon had been wonderful, but the people serving it were what made each meal memorable. That hamburger was incredibly good. The kindness that came with it made it even better. Later that night, I had a problem with my room. By then, it had become obvious just how much the more experienced woman at the front desk was handling. People were pulling her in every direction. She was answering questions, helping guests, supporting the woman who was training, solving problems, and somehow continuing to make each person feel as though they mattered. She seemed to know the answer to everything. Even though she was already incredibly busy and it was late at night, she came immediately to help me. She was patient, professional, and kind, and she never once made me feel as though I was bothering her. She was running around like a chicken with her head cut off, but somehow she still managed to take care of everyone who crossed her path. Watching her reminded me that some of the hardest-working people are often the ones whose names we never learn and whose efforts may go unnoticed. I sincerely hope she was able to go home, put her feet up, and get some much-needed sleep that night. She certainly earned it. As I continued through Central Oregon, I began to realize that this journey had become about far more than where I stayed, what I ate, or which places I visited. It had become a collection of moments. A smile from someone behind a counter. A conversation with a stranger. A helping hand offered without hesitation. A family willing to stop and pray with someone they had only just met. Everywhere I went, I seemed to encounter people who reminded me that kindness is still alive. It did not matter where they came from. It did not matter what color their skin was, what religion they practiced, whom they loved, or what political beliefs they held. Kindness did not ask those questions. It simply showed up. And my journey was not over yet. From Eagle Crest, I would be continuing on to Kah-Nee-Ta for two more days. I did not yet know whom I would meet, what stories I would hear, or what unexpected moments might become part of this journey. But by then, I had learned to pay attention. Because sometimes the most meaningful part of a trip is not the destination waiting ahead. It is the people you meet along the way. And soon enough, I would go home to my mom and my dog, both of whom I missed very much. As much as I loved the journey, I could not wait to walk through the door, wrap my arms around my mom, and curl up beside my dog. There are wonderful people to meet out in the world. But there is still no feeling quite like coming home to the ones you love.
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July 13, 2026Daydream06070347672
Overnight stay just what we needed
My husband and I were enroute from Vancouver, WA to Bend, OR and had had enough driving so looked online for a place near Redmond. It was quite a distance to locate the place and at the low price, we were understandably skeptical as to what we would find. Upon arrival, we saw beautiful, tidy grounds and a huge spread-out facility. We were warmly greeted at the front desk by Katie and her big smile, who went out of her way to make sure we had a room we liked- right on the golf course, with a balcony. She even walked us to the room so we could have a look then brought us a couple of wine glasses that we could use as I had mentioned we had stopped at a winery and wanted to enjoy our bottle of wine. She is a keeper! Our room was clean with all the necessities and the bed was very comfortable. We enjoyed a dinner at their restaurant- Niblick's- of a wedge salad and baby back ribs which was prepared well and all very tasty. And we got an after-dinner treat when our drive around the property led us to stop and watch a small herd of deer that came close to our vehicle while grazing. Overall, a respite that was an excellent value and just what we needed.
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July 9, 2026ZagUpMom TThe Lodge is a Motel 6 at best
Lodge Rooms were awful...dirty and dated, bathroom sink no cold water, clogged drainage, mold, furniture old and dated, pictures speak volumes. The rooms were NOT clean. Only AC in bedroom. I called to get rate and was told $225 a night, Expedia as $175. There is no way this room is worth $175. I was ready to leave this place.
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July 5, 2026gordonmcc8
Very Comfortable Hotel
We had such a great stay at this hotel. I had to write a review because the staff were over the top friendly and helpful. After a long drive, the front desk were warm and welcoming. Our room was super clean. Our night of sleep was quiet and comfortable. The amenities were nice. The location was easy to get in and out of. The overall value was fantastic. We would highly recommend. Thank you for such a nice stay!
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May 25, 2026will gThe rooms were buns
Not very good, our bathroom had no fan, only the bedroom had air conditioning, and garbage was under the bed and in the fridge. The outside was cool, but the barbecues had no utensils. The pizza guy was nice though.