The lodge
Off the grid, on purpose
Wildlight is the end of a logging road, a boot track, and a bridge we built ourselves. The wifi is weak, the waterfalls are not.
Come for three nights minimum. It takes one to stop checking your phone and two to remember what you like about being a person.
The cabins
Cedar, woodstoves, and windows the size of the forest.
The table
One long dinner, whatever the forager found.
The dark
No lights for forty miles. The stars are absurd.