But I gave in to the resort's do-nothing siren song, spending the mornings snorkeling in the lagoon and the broiling afternoons in my over-water bungalow, watching candy-colored fish through my floor, moving to my deck as shade began to cross it, eventually descending the steps to bid the parrot fish good night.

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My cottage, Whistler--one of the original three--is tucked away in the woods for privacy, which probably explains why I had two visitors every afternoon: deer napping in the shade by the hot tub on the deck.

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