This is a place where ordinary days become extraordinary. Some places are built for legacy, and this is one of them. A log cabin of such presence and soul that living here will change the way you mark time.
Imagine waking each morning not to traffic or noise, but to mist rising off the fields like incense. Deer graze in the distance, turkeys wander past the fence line, and the mountains beyond remind you that nature is still the greatest architect. Coffee tastes different on this front porch. It isn't just a drink; it's a ritual of awakening to the magic around you.
Inside, the world feels carved from the same strength as the hills themselves. Every wall, ceiling, and floor is wood: warm, timeless, substantial. The great room is cathedral-like, with a wood-burning stove at its heart and vaulted ceilings that pull your eyes upward. Meals here don't happen at a table; they unfold as part of a story, told in the glow of firelight and to the soundtrack of laughter and good conversation. Two main-level bedrooms and an upstairs bonus room with its own half bath make space not just for sleeping, but for dreaming.
And then there are the porches. The covered side porch opens onto a field that feels endless. The screened back porch, larger still, is a sanctuary for every season. Summer breezes carry the day away. Autumn turns the horizon into flame. Winter invites blankets and cocoa as the snow falls outside. Each moment is a postcard you get to live in.
Beyond the acre-plus of land, there is solitude. One neighbor shares the private drive, but otherwise it's you, your fields, your views. A detached garage has been reimagined into a guest retreat, a quiet annex for friends or family to share in the magic.
Yes, it's been cared for: a young roof and gutters with snow guards, recent HVAC, fresh stain to outwit carpenter bees, septic pumped, chimney cleaned, termite protection, every practical touch attended. But you don't fall in love with this place because of upkeep. You fall in love because the first time you stand barefoot on the porch at dawn, you feel like you've finally come home to yourself.
This isn't a property. This is a lifestyle. This is East Tennessee as it's meant to be lived: unhurried, unspoiled, unforgettable.
