Escape to Paradise: High Pointe Resort's Luxury Awaits!
Escape to Paradise: High Pointe Resort – Or, Why I Might Actually Sell My Soul for a Second Stay (and You Should Too!)
Alright, folks, let's be real. Looking at hotel reviews can be drier than a week-old bagel. So, buckle up, buttercups, because I'm about to dissect High Pointe Resort and its "Luxury Awaits!" promise – and I'm promising chaos, honesty, and maybe a slight, possibly exaggerated, bias. Consider this your unfiltered guide to deciding if this is the paradise you've been dreaming of.
First Impressions & Accessibility - A Little Wobble, Then Wonderful!
Okay, so the accessibility thing. I went in expecting perfect, glistening ramps and push-button everything… and, well, it wasn't quite that. There were moments, a few minor hiccups. A slightly awkward angle here, a slightly heavy door there. But the staff? They were on it immediately. Truly. Like, before I even thought about needing help, a charming young man, possibly named Javier (memory, people!), appeared, offering a hand. Which, honestly, makes a world of difference. The elevator? Spotless. The hallways? Wide enough to swing a cat, as they say. (Though I wouldn’t recommend it, cats deserve better). Overall? A solid A- for accessibility. They're clearly trying, and that effort matters more than absolute perfection, especially because of the genuine staff.
Inside the Room: My Sanctuary (with a View!)
My room? Oh. My. God. (Sorry, Mom!). I'm talking Air Conditioning that purred like a contented kitten, a King-sized bed that swallowed me whole, and Blackout Curtains that banished the sun (blessedly). I had **Complimentary Tea, Slippers, and a friggin' **Umbrella! Who remembers umbrellas?! The Separate Shower/Bathtub situation was pure bliss. And the Free Wi-Fi? Essential. My social media addiction needs fuel. Oh, did I mention the Window that opens? Never underestimate the simple joy of fresh air!
The Internet access – LAN was there too, but who uses LAN anymore? The extra long bed was nice, the Mirror was useful for selfie purposes, and the In-room safe box made me feel like a secret agent. Seriously, my room was an oasis of comfort – a perfect blend of practical and utterly decadent. My rating? 10/10, would happily self-isolate in that room forever.
(Quick detour: The Smell! The whole room smelled divine. Some kind of subtle, expensive floral thing. I actually tried to sniff my sheets for clues, but alas, no luck.)
Food, Glorious Food (and Drinks… and Snacks!)
Where. Do. I. Start? The Dining, Drinking, and Snacking was a journey, my friends.
- Breakfast [buffet]: Forget your average continental nonsense. We're talking Asian Breakfast, Western Breakfast, and a whole damn international cuisine buffet. I may or may not have gone back for a fourth helping of something or other by the time I was done.
- Restaurants: Multiple! Coffee/tea in the restaurant was amazing, and I loved the Vegetarian restaurant.
- Poolside bar: Hello, Happy Hour! The Poolside Bar was my happy place. Picture this: sun on your face, a fruity cocktail with a tiny umbrella (yes!), and the most stunning view.
- Room service [24-hour]: Because sometimes, you just need a burger at 3 am. It was delivered with smiles.
- Snack bar: For those mid-afternoon hanger pangs.
- A la carte in restaurant: Fancy a little something extra?
Food was so important.
Ways to Relax: Spa Day… Every Day?
This is where High Pointe really got me. I’m not generally a “spa person.” I’m more of a “Netflix and chill” kind of gal. But… oh, the spa.
- Spa: The sheer serenity of it! The Sauna, the Steamroom, the Pool with a View (I saw a dolphin once from here)… it was all otherworldly.
- Massage: This is where I hit my personal Nirvana. I got a Body scrub and a Body wrap, feeling like a new human by the end.
- Fitness center: I attempted a visit to the gym. Let's be honest, I walked in, looked at the equipment, and walked out.
- Foot bath: Amazing. Seriously.
Things to Do (Besides Stuffing Your Face and Floating in Bliss):
Okay, even I, champion of relaxation, needed to do something occasionally.
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: Gorgeous.
- Fitness Center (a real deal): I saw people in there, working out, but again, I'm not interested.
- Meeting/banquet facilities: Not applicable.
- Bar Good drinks.
Cleanliness and Safety: Keeping Germs at Bay (and My Sanity Intact)
This is a big one these days, right? High Pointe nailed it.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Check.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Check.
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Check.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Check.
- Cashless payment service: Check.
- Safe dining setup: Check.
- Staff wearing PPE: Check.
I felt safe. I felt like they took it seriously, and that’s huge.
Services and Conveniences: They Thought of Everything!
This is where they go above and beyond.
- Concierge: Helpful, friendly, and always eager to assist.
- Daily Housekeeping: My room was spotless.
- Luggage storage: Easy.
- Elevator: Essential.
- Business Facilities: I did not use these, but they were there.
They also included: Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Airport transfer, and Taxi service.
For the Kids: I Saw Happiness!
I’m not a parent, but I saw happy kids.
- Family/child friendly
- Kids facilities.
Getting Around:
- Airport transfer: Available.
- Car park [free of charge]: A bonus.
- Taxi service: Readily available, and Valet parking was an option.
The Little Things (That Matter… A Lot):
- Essential Condiments: I’m sure somewhere.
- Gift/souvenir shop: I bought a mug!
- Smoking area: They keep it separate.
The Verdict (and the Pitch!)
Look, I'll be honest. High Pointe Resort isn't perfect. No place is. But is it a slice of paradise? Absolutely. The staff’s genuine warmth, the sheer beauty of the location, and the sheer comfort of the place – it all adds up to something truly special.
My Minor Gripe? The fact that I had to leave.
Here’s the Bottom Line:
Escape to Paradise: High Pointe Resort's Luxury Awaits! is not just a tagline; it's a promise. And, for the most part, they keep it.
The Offer (Because You Deserve Escape):
Book your stay at High Pointe Resort today and receive:
- A complimentary spa treatment
- 20% discount on all in-house dining
- Early check-in/late check-out (subject to availability)
- Complimentary Wi-Fi
- Free parking
But… Don't take my word for it. Go. See. Experience. And then, maybe, just maybe, you'll start pricing up a lifetime supply of bathrobes and complimentary tea. You've been warned.
Escape to the Crown House: Your Luxurious Great Chesterford Getaway
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your average itinerary. This is my attempt at surviving and (hopefully) enjoying a week at High Pointe Resort by ResortQuest in Seagrove Beach, Florida. Prepare yourselves for the beautiful, the boring, the beach-bumming, and the potentially disastrous. Let's just say I'm keeping a healthy supply of wine on hand.
High Pointe Beach, Seagrove Beach – The "Escape" (More like… the “Attempted Escape”)
(Day 1: Arrival and Initial Panic)
1:00 PM: Landed at the airport. Everything's fine. Famous last words. My checked bag? Of course, it's somewhere between here and… the Bermuda Triangle? Joy. That little roller bag is going to be carrying everything (hopefully)
2:30 PM: Ubered. Hallelujah for Uber! It feels like everyone is driving to the beach. The car is a sweaty mess. I'm a sweaty mess. The driver, bless his soul, is named Earl and is telling me about his prize-winning azaleas. I'm nodding, pretending to care. (Sorry, Earl!)
3:30 PM: Arrived at High Pointe. The pictures online… they're… optimistic. The lobby smells vaguely of chlorine and desperation. The kids are screaming, the parents are frazzled. I love it already!
4:00 PM: Check-In Saga. Okay, the line is long, and the lady behind the counter looks like she's seen some things. Like, really seen some things. Finally got the keys. The room…is… well, it’s a room. Clean-ish. The view, however, is spectacular. I can practically taste the ocean.
4:30 PM: Unpacking, or rather, attempting to unpack. Realized my bathing suit is in the Bermuda Triangle that is my missing suitcase. Panic level: Mild. Ordered a pizza, because, you know, priorities.
5:00 PM: Strolled down to the beach with a towel and swimsuit. The sand is blindingly white. The water is that perfect turquoise you see in the magazines. I plop down, drink wine, and the joy starts to peek through. This is it. This is the life… until the seagulls start plotting their attack.
7:00 PM: Pizza arrives. It is what it is. Ate pizza pizza and watch a sunset on the balcony.
9:00 PM: Sleep, blissfully. (Hopefully. Praying the kids in the complex are as tired as I am.)
(Day 2: Beach Bliss (Mostly), Beach Bummin’)
7:00 AM: Woke up to the sound of seagulls. Rude. Ordered (another) coffee and watched the sunrise. The peace! I highly recommend this.
8:00 AM: Hit the beach armed with a book and my emergency bag of snacks (because, hangry is a real thing). Spent the morning swimming. The water is a perfect, refreshing, and perfect shade of blue.
12:00 PM: Lunch at the little cafe by the pool. Generic but edible, and I'm grateful. The pool is chaos. Kids everywhere. But, I'm on vacation. I'll tolerate it.
3:00 PM: That book, I'm getting through it. I'd take a nap, but the sun is too enticing. Feeling very zen, until…
4:00 PM: The seagulls. The ones from the day before! They're circling. They're planning. They're eyeing my bag of chips. I barricaded myself with the beach umbrella. Victory for me!
7:00 PM: Seafood restaurant - I have to give it the benefit of the doubt. It may be because I'm hungry, but I love it. I had the grouper.
(Day 3: Adventure? (Maybe. Mostly naps.)
9:00 AM: Slept in! Glorious. (And probably a sign I’m getting used to the beach life.)
10:00 AM: Walked to the nearby Seaside, a cute little town. It feels a little too perfect. Like something out of a movie. But the shops are charming, and the people are friendly, so I'll take it.
12:00 PM: Lunch from a food truck. Decent. And yes, I'm judging.
1:00 PM: Back to the beach. The sun is baking, but the water is calling. Spent afternoon swimming.
4:00 PM: Naps. The afternoon is just… napping time. I cannot stress the importance of napping on a beach trip.
7:00 PM: Barbecue at my rental. I try. I fail. I burn the burgers. But the sunset is amazing so it's okay.
(Day 4: Day Trip? (The “Maybe” Turns into a Disaster)
10:00 AM: Planned to go to Panama City. I'm now regretting the day trip. The hotel is too far. My car got a flat. I've lost my keys. I'm alone.
11:00 AM: Found someone. The guy looked like he knew what he was doing.
1:00 PM: Panama City. I found it!
4:00 PM: Panama City. Going home!
7:00 PM: Back to resort. Pizza time!
(Day 5: Rediscovering the Joy of Doing Absolutely Nothing)
9:00 AM: Woke up with a smile. No plans. No pressure. This is the dream.
10:00 AM: Beach, book, sunshine. Rinse and repeat. Ah bliss.
12:00 PM: Fish tacos from the cafe. So good.
2:00 PM: Spent hours watching the waves. It's hypnotic, and I love it.
7:00 PM: Slept.
(Day 6: Feeling Sentimental and Reflective (or Just Tired)
8:00 AM: Last sunrise. I'm starting to feel a little wistful. (Or is it just the wine talking?)
9:00 AM: One last beach walk. The sand, the salty air…. I'm going to miss this.
10:00 AM: Packing. My bag still isn't here. At least I still have clean clothes.
12:00 PM: One last lunch, and I'm trying not to cry.
2:00 PM: Watching my favorite movie as the sun goes down.
7:00 PM: Dinner and packing up all the stuff.
(Day 7: Departure and the Aftermath)
8:00 AM: Woke up.
9:00 AM: Checked out. Saying goodbye.
10:00 AM: I was so happy when I saw my bag.
12:00 PM: Back home!
(Final Thoughts)
High Pointe and Seagrove Beach? It wasn't perfect, but it was mine. It was messy, it was emotional, and it was… great. I'm already planning next year's trip. Maybe. If I can stop thinking about those damn seagulls. And, you know, if my luggage ever turns up…
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Escape to Paradise: High Pointe Resort's Luxury Awaits! ...Or Does It? Let's Get Real. FAQs
So, what's the *deal* with "Luxury Awaits"? Is it actually *luxury* luxury? Because I’ve been burned before…
Alright, buckle up, buttercup. "Luxury" is a loaded word, right? Like, you're thinking, "Is it five-star *luxury*, or just 'slightly better than the Motel 6' luxury?" Honestly? It's... complicated. The *views*? Stunning. Ocean crashing, sunsets that'll make you weep (good weep, not "lost my wallet" weep). The *rooms*? Mostly great. Clean, spacious, nice linens (thank GOD), and yeah, a decent bathroom. But… I found the "luxury" peaked at the lobby. Like, they put all the budget into that initial "WOW!" factor. The coffee in the rooms tasted like regret – instant powder. And one time, the elevator *stalled*. For 30 minutes. I was terrified, and then bored. Then I thought, "Is this the luxury I was promised, or just an expensive purgatory with a nice view?" So, yeah. Luxury-ish. Don't expect *perfection*. Expect pretty darn good, occasionally interrupted by the banality of regular life (and maybe a broken elevator).
Are the pools actually swimmable? I've seen some resort pools that looked like giant petri dishes...
YES! Thank the pool gods, yes. They’re clean, they’re well-maintained. The main pool area? Busy, but fun busy. Lots of families, kids splashing, the general joyful chaos of vacation. The "adults only" pool? Bliss. Peace. Quiet. You might actually be able to *read* a book there without a rogue water balloon to the face. The only downside? The darned towel situation. They run out FAST. You'll be doing the "aggressive towel grab" competition first thing in the morning if you are committed to your pool time. One time, I saw a woman literally *yell* at another woman for taking "her" lounge chair. It set the tone for the whole pool experience. Totally mortifying.
Let's talk food. Is the on-site food worth the price tag or will I be forced to eat overpriced burgers and fries all week?
Okay, let's be blunt. It's... hit or miss. There's the main restaurant, which is *okay*. Think decent buffet with a view. The breakfast omelet station is pretty solid, but by day three, you're starting to look at that buffet with the same weary gaze I give my pile of bills. The "fancier" restaurant? Overpriced and, honestly, a bit pretentious. I ordered the lobster linguine and it was... fine. Not "life-changing," not even "delicious." Just... *there*. The burger bar by the pool is, yes, overpriced, AND ALSO delicious in that "holiday indulgence" way. Don't tell me you aren't going to get the big, greasy, burger! It's the law of vacations! But look, plan ahead. Stock up on snacks. Hit the local grocery store for drinks. And maybe, just maybe, venture off-site for dinner a few times. You’ll save your sanity and your wallet. And your palate. Do it.
What about kids? Is High Pointe Resort kid-friendly, or am I going to spend my entire vacation dodging screaming toddlers?
Okay, so, kid-friendly? Yes, and no. There's a kids' club, which is a godsend if you want a few hours of peace (my personal experience with the kids' club was a parent's dream-- my kids adored it). The pools are amazing for kids. You can't beat that. The beaches are generally safe. But… it *is* a family resort. Be prepared for… noise. Lots of it. Screaming. Crying. The occasional projectile vomit (sorry, but it happens). If you're traveling without kids? Book a room *away* from the pool. Bring earplugs. Learn to embrace the chaos. Or, you know, maybe just book a trip to a monastery. No judgement. Either way, be aware.
The spa? Worth it? I'm on the fence, I mean this could be really great or a total scam.
The spa? Okay, this is where things get weirdly… *spiritual*. The treatments themselves? Good. Not mind-blowing, but competent. The massage therapists seem genuinely skilled. HOWEVER... the ambiance is… intense. Soft music, ethereal lighting, and the constant scent of… something floral. It feels like a cult retreat. The spa attendants are overly-friendly. Like, *too* friendly. The kind of friendly that makes you think they're trying to upsell you on something. I got a facial once, and the woman kept telling me about this "energy cleanse" I desperately needed. I just wanted a facial! I started feeling bad for being so relaxed. The whole thing ended with me buying expensive products I didn't really need. It was a classic "vacation high" moment. So, the service itself? Solid. The overall experience? Proceed with caution and a healthy dose of skepticism. Get the massage, skip the life-altering advice. Unless you, like, *want* the life-altering advice. Don't be afraid to say no, either.
Is there anything *truly* unique to High Pointe? Something beyond the usual resort fare?
Okay, here's the thing. The *vibe*? It’s the quirky, kind of mismatched, but charming aspect. I'm not sure what it is but it feels different. The staff really does try, although sometimes it feels they’re just going through the motions. But on the whole, I found my stay to be a joy. The real unique thing? It actually has to be the views, especially the sunsets. The sunset views are *insane*. Like, colors you didn't even know existed. Seriously. It's worth the trip for the sunsets alone. Pack a bottle of wine, find a spot on the beach, and just… *breathe*. That's worth it. It truly is. That’s the unique thing. The sunset. You cannot replicate that.
