The Art of Leisure in Redstone
From Watermelon Margaritas to TUTU Blue poolside style, a mountain town reimagines the classic summer day.
A Day at the Pool
The Redstone Inn
There’s a certain kind of leisure that belongs only to mountain towns. It isn’t hurried or loud—it’s slow, deliberate, and tinged with history. At the Redstone Inn, tucked deep in Colorado’s Crystal Valley, even the pool carries the weight of a bygone era. The half-timbered façade rises above, alpine in spirit, a reminder that time here has always bent differently.
By late morning, the umbrellas have bloomed along the pool’s edge, their white fabric catching the light as reflections scatter across blue water. The air hums with summer: the faint ripple of pages turning, ice settling in glasses, and the muffled laughter of guests who’ve surrendered to the day.
The Redstone pool is more than a place to cool off—it’s a gathering place where heritage folds into leisure. Beneath the shadows of spruce and stone, hours move as if unmeasured.
Inside, the bar waits with its own rhythm. A signature Watermelon Margarita—bright, cold, kissed with salt—arrives alongside a chilled glass of wine. Lunch follows on the patio: a sandwich layered with crisp greens and melted cheese, served with a side of slaw. It’s casual food, elevated only by the ease of the moment, the kind that feels earned after a swim or a stretch in the sun.
Leisure takes many forms here. Some recline in lounge chairs with books in hand; others slip quietly into the pool, the first shock of cold water giving way to the slow cadence of strokes. Style finds its place, too—a wide-brimmed hat tipped against the sun, and a bold, rust-colored bodysuit by TUTU Blue. The West has a way of blending grit with elegance, even poolside.
And then comes the quiet freedom of the water itself. A swim beneath the midday sun, arms cutting through blue. The Rockies reflected in the ripples, each movement dissolving into the kind of calm we spend most of the year chasing.
By late afternoon, time begins to dissolve, unbound from schedules and obligations. The pool becomes a mirror—of sky, of trees, of lives momentarily stilled. Beneath the shadow of the Rockies, leisure takes on a timeless hue.
Here at the Redstone Inn, it isn’t just a day at the pool. It’s a reminder that the simple act of slowing down can be the most luxurious ritual of all.
