Bought as one falling-down cabin, now three
The property was one abandoned hunting cabin on forty acres when it was bought, with a collapsed roof and a stove nobody could get to draw. It took two winters to make Spruce Hollow livable, and Fireweed Ridge and Creekbend were built from scratch after, each far enough from the others that adding a second and third cabin never meant losing the first one's quiet.
There is no innkeeper and no front desk by design. You get a lockbox code, a paper map of the property, and a phone number for emergencies only - the whole idea is a weekend where nobody needs anything from you and you do not need to make conversation with anybody either.
The gravel road is graded twice a year. In deep snow it takes a truck or something with real clearance - a low sedan has gotten stuck at the second switchback more than once, so winter bookings get a call asking what you are driving.
