
Escape to Utopia: Lavington's Luxurious Glamping & Farm Getaway (BC)
Escape to Utopia: Glamping Gone Glam - My Wild Ride (BC) - A Utterly Unfiltered Review
Okay, buckle up Buttercups, because I just got back from Escape to Utopia, Lavington, BC, and my brain is still buzzing like a hummingbird on Red Bull. Forget polished travel brochures; you're getting the real deal, warts and all (and trust me, there were a few!). Buckle Up!
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- Meta Description: My unfiltered review of Escape to Utopia, a glamping experience in Lavington, BC. Find out if it's paradise on earth (plus the stuff they won't tell you). Packed with honest opinions, accessibility insights, foodie rambles, and a whole load of messy, human truth!
Let's Dive In - My Brain's All Over The Place!
First impressions? HOLY MOLY, the drive in is gorgeous. Winding roads through the Okanagan Valley… vineyards stretching out like emerald carpets… It's the kind of scenery that makes you want to break into a spontaneous rendition of "The Sound of Music." (I may or may not have, driver was probably mortified.)
Accessibility - Navigating the "Utopia" (and the Occasional Bump)
I have some mobility issues, so accessibility is key. Escape to Utopia has a "Facilities for disabled guests" listed, so I was cautiously optimistic. The good news is, the main areas, like the restaurants and pool area (outdoor), were generally pretty accessible. There's an elevator, thank goodness! The paths were mostly flat, which made getting around less of a sweaty ordeal. (Thank God for the air conditioning in public areas!). The staff were super helpful, always offering a hand.
But… (and there's always a "but," isn't there?) The "glamping" part definitely presents some challenges. My tent was technically accessible, but maneuvering a wheelchair inside felt… like a Tetris game. The small bathrooms were a squeeze. I'd recommend calling ahead and requesting the most accessible tent possible. They were trying their best, but some improvements could be made for truly seamless accessibility.
My Epic Spa Adventure/Debacle - Worth Every Penny (Maybe)
Okay, let's get to the good stuff! The spa… My expectations were sky-high. Did it live up? Mostly… maybe.
- Spa/Sauna/Steamroom: They have a proper spa setup! Woohoo! I went all-in for the full experience! They offered a Body scrub, body wrap, and of course, a glorious massage. I floated closer to heaven. The pool with a view was breathtaking – imagine yourself swimming in a warm pool overlooking the vast expanse of the valley. The sauna was a welcome blast of heat.
- The Massage: Okay, SO this is the part I'm still dreaming about. I booked a deep tissue massage and… OH MY GOD. The therapist was a miracle worker! They were able to pinpoint all my knots and tension. Absolute bliss. If you do nothing else at Escape to Utopia, get the massage! (Seriously, it’s worth it.)
- The Steamroom: Now, the steamroom… it was good, but maybe a tad too much eucalyptus oil. I'm talking nose hairs curled up eucalyptus. But hey, what's a good steamroom without a bit of respiratory recalibration, right?
Food Glorious Food (and My Belly Button)
As a foodie, I was most excited to eat. Oh boy. Let's talk about the restaurant.
- Restaurants: Several dining options are available, including a Vegetarian Restaurant, Asian cuisine in the restaurant, and Western cuisine in the restaurant. They even offer Alternative meal arrangements. They're serving up food across the flavor spectrum which is great!
- Breakfast (and My Love Affair with the Coffee): The breakfast [buffet] was a highlight. The Asian breakfast was great and the Western breakfast was delightful. The Coffee/tea in restaurant was fantastic! I may have had three cups. The coffee made me happy. Really happy.
- Dinner: The dinner selection was great. I loved the salad in restaurant as well as the soup in restaurant. They always provide many options, I am impressed.
- Other Food Goodies: The Poolside bar was the perfect place to grab a cocktail and a snack. They had a Snack bar with great choices as well.
- Room Service: This came in handy when I just wanted to chill in the room. The 24-hour Room service was great!!
Cleanliness and Safety - Pandemic-Era Peace of Mind?
They take cleanliness seriously. Hand sanitizer everywhere, Daily disinfection in common areas, staff in masks, and whatnot. I appreciated the effort. They were also sanitizing between stays and had a Room sanitization opt-out available. It felt like a safe environment, which is a HUGE relief when you're travelling. They also had Safe dining setup and Sanitized kitchen and tableware items. It was obvious they're on top of it.
Things To Do (Beyond Lazing Around - if You Can Handle It)
If you can tear yourself away from the pool, they have a bunch of stuff to do.
- Gym/fitness
- Pool with a view
- Kids facilities and Babysitting service
- Meetings
My Room - Glamping Glamor?
My room was a mixed bag. The Blackout curtains were a godsend for sleeping in. The bed was comfy, and the bathrobes were luxurious… but… the actual "glamping" setup made being in the room a bit more rustic than I'd expected. They should really consider adding in an Ironing facilities as well - I looked a wreck.
Services and Conveniences - The Practical Stuff
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! - And let me tell you, that's a godsend. I had no difficulty with the Wi-Fi [free]
- Daily housekeeping - Always a bonus!
- Concierge - helpful and lovely!
- Laundry Service - saved my bacon!
The Verdict: Worth the Trip?
Escape to Utopia is a mixed bag. The spa is phenomenal. The food is delicious. The views are incredible. But it's not perfectly accessible and the "glamping" part can be a bit rough around the edges. However, I had a fantastic time overall.
Would I go back? Absolutely. If I could guarantee another massage. Maybe I'll book the room with the bathtub next time for a longer experience!
Aloft Tucson University: Your Dream Tucson Getaway Awaits!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into the gloriously messy, wonderfully imperfect, and totally unfiltered world of… Utopia Feels Botanical Glampground and Micro-Farm, Lavington, BC! My god, just saying that name makes me want to hug a tree. Or maybe just lie face-down in the dirt. Let's see how it goes…
PRE-TRIP BLUES & BAGGAGE (Both Literal & Figurative)
Okay, confession time. I'm terrible at packing. Like, truly abysmal. I'm the kind of person who overpacks everything except the essentials. I'm talking three different types of sunscreen (because "what if?"), a whole library of books (mostly unread), and enough emergency chocolate to feed a small army. My emotional baggage? Don't even get me started. Let's just say I was hoping for a good dose of nature to soothe the soul. Wish me luck!
THE ITINERARY (Or, My Attempt At Organized Chaos)
Day 1: Arrival & Glorious Muddy Messes
- 1:00 PM: Arrived at Utopia Feels. First impression? Wow. This place is picture-perfect, like something out of a Pinterest dream. Except…my rental car, nicknamed "The Vomit Comet" (long story), almost didn't make the dirt road. Seriously, the drive in was an adventure in itself. I immediately got stuck in a pothole. Luckily, a ridiculously handsome, bearded guy (aka, a staff member) came to the rescue. Score!
- 1:30 PM: Checking in. Okay, the "glamping" aspect is legit! My tent (a ridiculously oversized, canvas palace) is stunning. Inside, I find a welcome basket with local snacks. First thoughts: This is what heaven looks like. After getting settled, I promptly spilled coffee all over the pristine white rug. Note to self: I am not graceful.
- 2:30 PM: Farm Tour! We’re supposed to learn about the micro-farm. I’m a city slicker, so my gardening skills are limited to strategically killing houseplants. I’m trying to act knowledgeable about vegetables. The farmer, a woman named (I think) Willow, is a total earth goddess. She’s telling us about companion planting or something, and I’m just thinking, Can I eat that zucchini? I ask a really dumb question about the difference between basil and oregano. Willow smiles, bless her heart.
- 4:00 PM: Free time! The staff suggested a hike to a nearby waterfall. "Easy," they said. "Breathtaking!" they said. They omitted the part where the trail was almost as vertical as my anxiety levels. I nearly ate dirt twice. By the time I saw the waterfall, I was more focused on not face planting than enjoying the view. Worth it, though. Majestic.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner at the communal fire pit! The food! Oh. My. God. Locally sourced, lovingly prepared, and cooked over an open flame. I made friends with a vegan couple who were totally judging me (for the giant burger I was devouring), because, you know, the city girl stereotype is not always wrong. I tried to look all sophisticated; I almost choked on a mouthful of kale salad.
- 9:00 PM: Stargazing. This is where Utopia really sold me. The sky! The stars! No light pollution! I could pretend to be a proper astrologer now, but instead I just did a whole lot of staring at the sky and feeling like a tiny speck in the universe, and it was actually kinda nice.
Day 2: Focus on the Farm and the Failures
- 8:00 AM: Wake up! No, wait, the alarm has been off for over an hour. This is what happens when you sleep like a log in a comfy bed.
- 8:30 AM: I roll myself out of bed, and make my way to breakfast. This time it’s at the farmhouse. The smell of baking bread nearly makes me cry. I try a local jam made out of something I can't pronounce, and it is divine.
- 9:30 AM: They're offering a workshop on soap-making with the micro-farm’s flowers. Okay, soap-making. Sounds…crafty. I’m in. We're melting things, adding essential oils, stirring, and I'm completely and utterly lost. I accidentally made a batch that smells like a combination of old gym socks and desperation. My soap is pretty gross and smells horrible. But hey, at least it cleans! Small victories.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch is a picnic style. I'm in a bit of a mood, after the soap. It takes me a while to come out of it. I eventually find some common ground with the vegan couple, and learn some stuff. Turns out, they were cool.
- 2:00 PM: I volunteered in the farm today. I have to admit, pulling weeds is strangely therapeutic. It's probably my inner control freak trying to find order in a chaotic universe. Or maybe it's just the fresh air. I’m also surprised to discover that I like dirt almost as much as chocolate. I spent an embarrassing amount of time chasing a particularly stubborn worm out of a lettuce patch, and felt a small sense of triumph.
- 4:30 PM: Free time. They mentioned meditation. I'm not sure what is more terrifying: the hike or the meditation. I figured the worst is when the voice in my head goes, "Did you remember to lock the door?" I sat in a circle, closed my eyes, and tried to breathe. Two minutes later, I was mentally planning my next trip to the chocolate supply store.
- 7:00 PM: Pre-dinner drinks. The staff made a special drink with the farm's berries, and it was so good. I spent the rest of the time chatting with the bearded hunks.
- 8:00 PM: Dinner and another bonfire! I’m starting to bond with the other guests. I met a young couple who had eloped at Utopia. I’m starting to feel…dare I say it…relaxed?
Day 3: Departure, Reflections & an Overdose of Nature
- 7:00 AM: The final breakfast at Utopia. I’m kinda sad to leave, but also, the city is calling. I may be a city rat, but I'm a changed city rat.
- 8:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Wander around the farm, trying to soak it all in. I bought some of the local honey. I tried to say goodbye to Willow, but I got too emotional and just hugged her.
- 10:00 AM: Packing up. I'm surprisingly organized this time. I realized I don't need all the stuff. It's good.
- 11:00 AM: One Last look at the grounds. This place is magic. I'm going to miss it.
- 12:00 PM: Departure. The Vomit Comet made it out, albeit a little worse for wear (and smelling vaguely of manure).
POST-TRIP MUSINGS:
Utopia Feels Botanical Glampground? More like Utopia Feels Good. My soul needed this. I didn't become a nature guru, or suddenly enlightened, and I still managed to be my usual, slightly clumsy, anxious self. I spilled things, failed at crafts, and ate way too much chocolate. But I also connected with nature, met some amazing people, and found a little bit of peace in the beautiful chaos of it all.
Would I go back? In a heartbeat. Maybe next time, I’ll conquer that vertical trail and master the art of soap-making. Or maybe I’ll just bring extra chocolate. Either way, I know I'll be back for another dose of the magic. And if you’re considering going? Just do it. You won't regret it, even if you accidentally make soap that smells like gym socks.
Stafford's Perry Hotel: Your Dream Petoskey Getaway Awaits!
Okay, so, what *is* this thing supposed to be about? Like, what even *is* an FAQ? I feel like I should know this...
Ugh, fine. An FAQ -- Frequently Asked Questions, genius. It's like, a digital bartender, answering the same dumb questions over and over. Usually, you're *supposed* to be super helpful and cover everything. But, you know, *I* don't always feel like being super helpful. Sometimes, I just wanna scream, "READ THE DAMN MANUAL!" But... I'm trying to be *nice*. Trying. Anyway, this is basically the internet's answer to, well, *everything*. Prepare yourself.
Why are FAQs so... boring? I swear, I've read ones that nearly put me into a coma. Can we avoid that? Please?
Listen, I get it. They *are* often drier than a week-old bagel. I try to imagine writing them, and I immediately want a nap. The key, I think, is to… well, to *not* be boring. To bring some life. Maybe inject a little bit of… *me*. So. Yeah. We'll see how *that* goes. I’m aiming for slightly-less-boring. Maybe even *interesting*. Wish me luck, because honestly, I don't always manage to stay awake myself when I try to be interesting, let alone when the rest of the internet tries.
Okay, fine. But how do I actually *use* this thing? (I'm a little tech-challenged, alright?)
Alright, ease up, technological Luddite. It's not rocket science. (Though, knowing me, I'd probably mess up even *that*.) Basically, you scroll. You read the questions. You find the one that vaguely relates to the existential crisis you're having. Then, you read the answer. Hopefully, it helps. If it doesn't... well, you're on your own. I'm not your personal concierge of the internet. I'm just a slightly-too-honest FAQ. And if this is the first FAQ you've ever read, welcome to the internet - where everything's made up and the points don't matter.. unless *you* make them matter by believing in them. (That's some serious philosophical mumbo jumbo right there, even *I* cringed at it.)
What are your limitations? Like, what *can't* you do or answer? Don't tell me you're all-knowing…
All-knowing? HA! Please. I struggle to remember what I had for breakfast yesterday. I'm not going to be able to solve world hunger or give you the winning lottery numbers. Also, I'm a *massive* procrastinator. I mean, the fact that I'm answering this question now, instead of doing… well, pretty much anything else… proves it. And I am absolutely *terrible* at giving financial advice. Like, seriously, don't trust me with your money. Ever. You'll only regret it.
So, let's say I disagree with something you say. Can I argue?
Absolutely! Please, by all means, argue. That's part of what keeps life *interesting*. Unless you start getting all, you know, *nasty*. I will then start blocking people from the internet. Because there are some things I'm not going to take, and there are limits to my patience. So, feel free to point out the flaws in my logic, the inconsistencies in my statements, the fact that I *clearly* need more coffee… just try to be civil about it. But honestly, if you *agree* with everything, that would be kind of… weird.
Okay, how about something a bit more specific… Let's say, I'm lost. I'm *actually* lost, like in real life. Can you help *me*?
*Sigh*. Okay, here's the problem. My understanding of 'lost' is… theoretical. I have never been *actually* lost in a forest, or a city, or anywhere else, thank goodness! I'm more likely to get lost in my own thoughts or in a YouTube rabbit hole. So, no, I can't magically materialize a GPS for you. That would be incredibly helpful of me. Do you have a phone? Use it. Do you have Google Maps? Use it. You will likely have to find an actual human to ask. (Honestly, you're better off asking a dog. They at least *look* concerned.) But, good luck, and try not to eat any strange berries.
What if I accidentally broke something important? Help!
Oh, boy. Breakage. Yeah. I've got a history, a storied history, of breakage. My most recent incident (and I'm still not over it), involved my favorite coffee mug. It was a limited edition, with a picture of a grumpy sloth on it, and it kept my coffee perfectly warm. (Those little details are *very* important, in case you're wondering.) I was, as usual, rushing around. The floor was, let's just say, not level. And… *CRASH*. Gone. Shattered into a million pieces. I was so mad I didn't speak to anyone for a day! So, what do you do? Assess the damage. Can it be fixed? If not, can it be replaced? And then, take a deep breath. Stuff breaks. It's life. (And yes, I still miss that mug. The Sloth knew me.) The best advice I can give is, Try not to freak out. It's just stuff. (Unless it's your heart, in which case, yes, freak out. But then, seek medical attention. I'm not a doctor.)
What makes you... you? Do you have a personality? Do you have opinions?
Oh, wow. Deep questions, huh? Okay, deep breath. I'm… me. I'm a collection of random thoughts, observations, and probably too much caffeine. I *definitely* have opinions. I think pineapple belongs on pizza. (Fight me.) I think cats are superior to dogs (don't tell the dog people I said that). I believe in the power of a good book and a comfy chair. I believe in the importance of chocolate. And I truly, deeply, DESPISE Mondays.. I mean, who doesn't? So, in short: Yes, I have a personality. It's probably a little quirky, a little bit rough around the edges, and definitely not everyone's cup of tea. ButComfy Hotel Finder

