Quiet isn’t just a feature at The Preserve. It is the entire point.
My tour vehicle wound through 3,500 acres of New England wilderness and the noise of daily life just… vanished. Lodges and hubs are scattered so widely that you rarely see another soul. Rustling leaves. Distant wildlife calls. The air smells of cedar and woodsmoke. By evening, you’re sitting by a fire with a glass of wine, wondering where everyone went. Nobody. That’s the vibe.
I stayed in Hilltop Lodge. Big windows. Endless forest view. No one around to ruin the silence. Heated bathroom floors help. You slow down. I woke before dawn each day just to watch the sun hit the treetops, then walked downstairs to an infinity pool that looks like it merges with the trees. It works.
Dinner in a Hobbit Hole (and Steak)
Food here isn’t an afterthought. Double Barrel Steak does dry-aged cuts right. The White Birch Cafe at the Hilltop Spa keeps things lighter, wellness-focused. H2O Cafe handles poolside snacks. There is a Safari Tent for scotch and cigars if that’s your thing.
But let’s be honest. You’re going to the Hobbit House.
It’s near the lodge. Round wooden door. Stone walls. I walked in feeling like I’d stepped off the page of a novel, wide-eyed and slightly ridiculous. Inside, it’s communal. Candlelight. Exposed stone. Four courses. Always charcuterie. Always bourbon. Specifically, Maker’s Mark made exclusively for this place: the Preserve Reserve.
The braised short ribs? Tender. Good. But the pheasant pot pie won the night. Flaky. Rich. Comforting in a way that feels rare.
A “Skillcation” for Everyone
The Preserve calls travel here a “skillcation.” Learn things. Do things poorly at first, then better. Experts are always watching. Fly fishing. Sporting clays. Off-roading in a Bentley Bentayaga on the only private course like it in the US.
I zip-lined. I hate heights. I’m nervous in harnesses. But my instructor was calm. I launched 250 feet down at 25 mph. My heart pounded. Then I looked up. Sweeping forest views. Dirt trails. Sunlight hitting the gaps between branches. I stayed quiet and looked.
It’s not just adrenaline though. Wellness matters too. Yoga. Tennis. Spa treatments. The Opulent Odyssey at Hilltop Spa takes four hours. Scrub. Steam. Rain shower. Massage. Mani-pedi. You come back unrecognizable.
Evening is best outside. Far from city lights, the sky is just full. Constellations pop. You forget your phone exists. For a little while.
Beyond the Gate: Newport & Area
You don’t have to stay on the resort. Rhode Island is small but dense with good stuff. Here’s how I spent the time I wasn’t at The Preserve.
Sail Newport
“Jim, you’re driving us toward lighthouse.”
Captain Matthew told me this while I steered our boat. I panicked slightly. He assured me I’d be fine. We are gliding across Narragansett Bay now. Past Gilded Age mansions. Rugged coastline. The water teaches you about Newport better than a museum.
Sail Newport runs out of Fort Adams State Park, May to November. You can learn to sail or just rent a boat if you’re skilled. Beginners get lessons. Experts take the water test. It’s nonprofit. It’s fun.
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Blackstone Valley
I hiked with Ernie from Blackstone Valley. One mile. Easy. He pointed out Cumberland Monastery and “Nine Men’s Misery.” That last one is a stone pile. 1676. Graves of militiamen killed by Native warriors. It’s old. Possibly oldest war memorial. The trails here are gentle. Good for anyone who wants a quiet walk without sweating bullets. Monk’s Quarry has moss and old rock cuts. Go in fall. Foliage makes everything look better.
Newport Vineyards
Hundred acres of farmland in Middletown. They grow grapes. They have a bistro. Taproot handles the beer. You can rent a picnic table among vines if you want privacy. Good idea.
Olympia Tea Room
Watch Hill. Since 1916. Checkered floors. Clam chowder. Half-shell oysters. They’re not fancy. They’re just famous for good food. A husband-wife team runs the kitchen. The daughter does the wine. Wine Spectator award. Go for lunch or dinner in season.
Kaffeology
Locally loved. Woman-owned. Artisanal lattes. Orange cardamom was my fix in the morning. Brunch plate: chicken egg benedict, chipotle, challah bread. I didn’t want to stop eating. There’s a Cranston location that’s more like a real restaurant with a bar. Others are just cafes.
Bar’Cino
Washington Square. Italian sharing plates. Wood-fired pizza cut with scissors tableside. Why scissors? I don’t know. It looks cool. Prosciutto with fig. Roasted chicken with pesto. Good wine list.
How to Get There
Fly into T.F. Green. It’s near Providence. Take the train? Easy from NYC or Boston. Rent a car though. You’ll want wheels. The drive south to Richmond is an hour. The Preserve gives you a golf cart to drive around the grounds. You park your real car and forget it exists until you leave.
