One of my favorite memories of BAYarts is the very first time I saw BAYarts. It was 10 years ago on a very cold and wintry day. I had just moved to the area and was lost trying to find a yoga class. I knew if I could find the lake I would be ok, so I kept traveling north and eventually landed on Porter creek.
It was almost a white out so my vision was obscured. There off in the distance I could just make out a quaint little house with smoke billowing out of its chimney and a beautiful bright green Victorian house. I thought to myself: What is this place? Maybe they can help me find my way. So, I parked and trudged into the Huntington House. I was greeted by a staff member with a big smile on her face who said “Welcome friend! Would you like a cup of tea to get warm?” I knew right then and there this was a place that would be a part of my life. I am so glad I got lost in a snowstorm and found BAYarts!
