Buttermilk Falls Inn & Spa, the ultimate haven on the banks of the Hudson River.

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Okay, real talk—if you’ve ever been an overworked, under-rested New Yorker fantasizing about running away to the woods and never returning… same.

That was me. I was mentally checked out, spiritually zapped, and dangerously close to stress-snapping at a deli line. So, when my friend whispered “Buttermilk Falls Inn & Spa?” into my inbox, I didn’t even hesitate.

I packed a week’s worth of clothes for a two-night stay (don’t judge), grabbed my favorite book, and hopped on the Metro-North heading up the Hudson River like I was escaping a hostage situation.

Destination? Milton, NY. A tiny town with a not-so-tiny gem—Buttermilk Falls Inn & Spa.

Getting there: peace in motion

There’s something weirdly magical about riding a train along the Hudson. The water just… moves differently up there. Slower, softer. It’s like the river knows you’re tired and decides to chill out for your sake.

When we arrived, Malin Nilsson, co-owner and all-around wonderful human, picked us up. You know how sometimes people are so warm it makes you suspicious? That was Malin. Instantly kind and somehow both relaxed and efficient. (Witchcraft? Possibly.)

First impressions: charm overload

The main house dates back to 1680, which honestly blew my mind. There’s this sitting room with giant plush couches and antique books that whispered, “You don’t need Wi-Fi, you need a nap.” So… I napped. Hard.

Funny enough, the silence was so deep, it was almost loud? I swear I heard my own thoughts echoing. For once, that wasn’t terrifying.

The grounds: like living inside a Hudson valley postcard

After my power coma, we wandered. And wow. Buttermilk Falls Inn is set on 75 acres of pure beauty—gardens, ponds, sculptures that don’t feel forced, and those charming old-school directional signs that make you feel like you’re in a fairy tale. There’s even a bridge over Swan Pond. I’m not saying I pretended to be in a period drama… but I’m also not saying I didn’t.

Oh, and somehow I ended up falling asleep on a chaise by the river. Again. Zero regrets.

Farm to (literal) table: Millstone farm & Henry’s

That evening, glass of local red in hand, we joined the owners for a BBQ. We ate homegrown vegetables from their 40-acre Millstone Farm, and—look—I’m not a vegetarian, but if vegetables always tasted like that, I might convert. Afterward, we walked up to the farm itself, which includes not just produce but also heritage chickens, peacocks, and a rescue sanctuary with llamas, goats, and alpacas. (Alpacas are majestic and sassy. I respect them deeply.)

Buttermilk spa: where my muscles cried (in gratitude)

Next morning: spa time. Picture this—geothermal-heated sauna, organic massage oils, and a glass wall overlooking Buttermilk Falls. The spa is eco-powered and decked out in wood and stone that makes you feel like you’re one with the earth… and also extremely moisturized.

Yoga by the river? Yep. Reflexology and facials using organic, local ingredients? Check. An infinity pool that made me briefly consider relocating my life? Also check.

Barn house Yoga vibes

I asked about more classes, and apparently they were mid-build on a 2,500 sq ft yoga studio in a barn with panoramic views. I immediately wanted to sign up as the live-in yoga instructor. (Still considering.)

The accommodations: history meets pinterest dream

You can stay in rooms from the 1760s or opt for one of the freestanding guesthouses. Either way, the vibe is rustic charm meets boutique chic. My room had a clawfoot tub and a view that made me gasp out loud, which sounds dramatic but… okay, it was dramatic.

Henry’s at Buttermilk: a foodie’s dream

Now THIS was my love language. Henry’s, the on-site farm-to-table restaurant, sources from their own farm and nearby artisan producers. Chef Paul Kelly is some kind of magician because every dish felt like it had a story.

The menu had fresh berries, herbs, eggs, and even honey from their own bees. And the wine? Local from the Hudson Valley and Finger Lakes. I felt very fancy. Very full. Very content.

Bonus: There’s a 10-seat Chef’s Table inside the kitchen for special events. I immediately decided that’s where I’m hosting my next birthday dinner (everyone’s invited, bring wine).

Real talk: what wasn’t perfect?

Okay, so let’s get real:

Cell service is spotty. But honestly, that kinda forced me to unplug.
I wish the spa had later hours. After-dinner massage? Yes, please.
The peacocks are loud. Beautiful, but like… sassy-loud.

Final thoughts: my kind of paradise

Would I do this again? 100%. But next time, I’d bring sneakers (for farm wandering) and maybe more stretchy pants (Henry’s, I’m looking at you).

Buttermilk Falls Inn & Spa isn’t just a “nice weekend.” It’s a reset button wrapped in soft linens and lavender oil. It’s for anyone who needs to feel something again—peace, pleasure, presence.

You thinking about going? Just go. It’s only 1.5 hours from NYC but feels like another planet.

Also, pro tip? Book early. Weekends fill up, and you don’t want to be stuck stress-Googling “Hudson Valley getaways” while your friends are living their best spa life.