The Copperhead Lodge

Not a chain hotel - a lodge—a proper one, built from the land itself, with rough-hewn timbers that held the scent of the forest long after the trees have fallen. The kind of place where you leave your worries at the door and your boots, still caked with a bit of dust, by the great stone fireplace on the back deck.

The rooms are simple, but perfectly comfortable - suited to a traveler who appreciates an uncluttered mind. A fluffy duvet on the bed, warm even when the nights dip into the frosty Mountain autumn. Flat screen television, but who needs one when the window frames a masterpiece of a woodland view?

Evenings on the porch, and the quiet camaraderie of strangers who soon become something else entirely. Watch the sun dip behind the peaks, the fading light painting the landscape in shades of bruised purple and gold. Here, you don’t need anything more than the stillness and the knowledge that some places, thank God, still exist beyond the reach of the modern world.

If you find yourself yearning for an antidote to the ordinary, if you're looking for a little less "service" and a little more soul, you know what to do.