Here, quiet isn’t an absence but a presence: the creek’s low murmur, wind folding through the trees, the gentle crackle of leaves under your boots. The modest EF Hodgson bungalow stands like a promise, not yet crowded with anyone else’s expectations. Its small footprint dares you to choose only what matters: a desk by the window, a kettle on a single burner, shelves for the books you actually love. With solar panels, a wood stove, or rainwater collection, it could become a self-sustaining refuge that answers only to the sun and the seasons.
Yet this retreat isn’t exile. A short drive connects you to small-town markets, familiar faces, and the comfort of knowing you can rejoin the world whenever you’re ready. Trails slip into the forest just beyond the property, and Summit Lake waits nearby with its cool, reflective stillness. Under star-heavy skies, with wildlife passing at the edge of the clearing, the land feels less like ownership and more like an agreement: if you slow down, it will meet you there.
