Spruce Hollow, Fireweed Ridge and Creekbend sit between a quarter and half a mile apart across the property, far enough that you will not hear another party's generator or see their porch light. Each has its own gravel pull-in, its own woodpile, and its own lockbox - you never check in at a shared building because there is not one.
Every cabin heats with wood. We split and stack a season's worth by each door, but you build and feed the fire yourself - there is a striker and kindling in the box by the stove, and a card on the counter walks through damper settings for a cabin that has been shut up cold.
None of the three has wifi, and the last bar of cell signal disappears about a mile before the gravel turns in. Bears work this ridge, so nothing food-scented stays outside overnight - each cabin has a steel bear box on the porch for coolers and trash until the Tuesday pickup.
