In the heart of a sprawling hundred-acre sanctuary, where the whispering pines and steadfast birches stand sentinel over a landscape as old as time, there lies a remote and rustic cabin. It's a simple, one-room affair, rugged and unpretentious, built with the kind of craftsmanship that speaks to long, honest hours and hands that know the feel of solid construction and the scent of wood. Double headers hold the promise of expansion, should the need for more space ever arise, though the land itself offers all the room one could ever need. It's here you can expand your lungs, stretch your mind and take in all that the remote north has to offer. Here, amidst a mix-aged forest where towering hemlocks, yellow birch, and maples of every sort share the earth with younger stock that stretch for their time in the sun, the cabin finds its place, humble and sturdy, like it's always been there. Orwell Creek cuts through this wilderness, feeding a wetland that teems with life. Ducks and geese find refuge here, while the industrious beavers carve their homes from tall standing timbers that line the land's expanse. Deer wander through the underbrush, turkeys scratch at the earth, and the occasional bear pads silently through the trees. Grouse drum in the early morning, and the air is thick with the scent of pine and wet earth. Inside, the cabin is a retreat from the world, lit by the soft glow of propane lamps. A gas stove stands ready to warm a humble meal after a long day spent wandering the woods or tracking the game that roam this wild expanse. The loft above offers a place to sleep, with bunk beds for four and cabinets to store essentials for a camp of restless souls. Outside, a shower, simple but sufficient, offers refreshment under the open sky, while the outhouse serves its purpose or holds whatever you need to keep dry. A well-built road leads to this place, hidden nearly a mile from Stacy Road, far enough to feel the world's cares slip away but close enough to find provisions in Pulaski or Sandy Creek should the need arise or to slake the thirst of telling fish stories after a long day wading the local rivers in search of salmon, steelhead and trout. The porch stretches across the front, a place to sit and watch the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson, with a cold cocktail or warm drink in hand, to match a contented grin. This is a conservationist's dream, a place where man and nature live in quiet harmony, where the land offers sanctuary not just to the creatures that dwell here but to the soul of anyone fortunate enough to call it theirs. For more information, contact us today. All showings must be accompanied by a licensed real estate agent. Listing agents or team members are required to be present for all showings, and potential buyers must provide proof of pre-qualification or proof of funds to visit the site.