Most people come for a weekend. A lot of them stay longer.
Seventeen acres of Georgia forest, reached by a quarter-mile gravel drive lined with old-growth trees. One mile to the grocery store. You'll swear you're a hundred miles from anywhere.
Families arrive a little frayed and leave closer than they've been in years. Couples remember why they liked each other. People who haven't slept well in months sleep well here. We don't entirely know why. We just know it happens.