Dec 2024
If you're in search of a massage that will absolutely ruin you (in the best way possible), look no further than Josiah at the Mountain Club on Loon. I walked in asking for a rough massage—no fluff, no frills—and let me tell you, this man understood the assignment. By the time I left, I wasn’t sure if I should float down the hall or send him a fruit basket in gratitude.
First, let's talk atmosphere. The music? Perfectly curated. The bed? Toasty warm. And the face hole—oh, the face hole. If you've ever endured one of those awkward, ill-fitted massage beds that make you question your life choices, rest assured: this was a Grade A face hole. Comfort was king.
Then came the feet. And friends, let me tell you—Josiah sets a new standard here. He actually washed his hands after working on my feet before moving on to the rest of my body. Not only was this a thoughtful touch, but starting with the feet truly set the tone for the entire experience: intentional, attentive, and just... next level.
What truly sets Josiah apart, though, is his ability to listen and deliver. I’ve been to plenty of therapists who nod along to your requests and then proceed with their default routine. Not Josiah. I pointed out my trouble spots, and he hunted down every knot, nook, and cranny like a treasure map. His precision, care, and sheer skill left no muscle unturned.
As someone who frequently battles migraines, I was especially blown away by his neck and scalp work. Whatever sorcery he performed on those pressure points had me feeling like I was floating by the end. And now? I’m utterly useless for the day—but in the best, most blissful way possible.
If you're visiting Loon, make time to see Josiah. Whether you want to be pampered or, like me, absolutely obliterated (in a classy way, of course), this man delivers. Bravo, Josiah. You've set the bar ridiculously high!
