Lodging

A restored homestead cabin out on the bell meadow, open sky and tall grass in every direction.

The original ranch house on Blackwater Creek, four generations of family in the bones of it.

A wall-tent glamping camp in the aspens, real beds and a wood stove under canvas.

A tucked-back cabin in the sugar maples, off the road and out of reach of everything.

A full log lodge at the edge of the timber, built to hold a crowd and a whole season of stories.

A small stone-and-timber cottage on the hill the maples turn red every fall.

Floor-to-ceiling glass on the high bench, where the Bitterroots fill every window.

A steep-roofed A-frame tucked in the black pines, built for cold mornings and slow coffee.