Winters here! Big fluffy flakes of pure whiteness are decking the landscape in loveliness!! Take advantage!!
This micro-cabin is yours to enjoy. Let us tell you about how it came to be. Our family has purchased and resold several properties. We were demolishing the old single wide trailer that stood among the giant poplar, cherry, sycamore and oak trees, and the oftener we came to work here, the less we wanted to sell it.
The gravel Towpath road was just that - the path that the horses and mules trod while pulling barges up and down this section of the Erie canal system. Upon entering our driveway you drive through the now-empty canal depression.
This place is private. No neighbors in sight. It may be uncomfortably quiet for some of our urban guests. But we suggest you try it. Our dream is to supply a spot where stressed and weary travelers can turn in and rest. No Wifi. We recommend you go on a technology fast while you rest.
Now for the actual cabin. The timbers were sawed at a local hemlock mill. The exterior is made of boards we had milled from old pines along 322 HWY. Even the actual stones we layed for the fireplace once splashed in a local stream. We had quite a family adventure choosing the right ones. And back to history. . . you need to check out the fossils in these rocks. The hemlock ladder leading to the attic bedroom may prove difficult for some guests, so please be advised the reclining loveseat may need to suffice if you don't dare the ladder.
In summary, this is a get-away. Not your big-town commercial resort attraction. You are welcome!