From the moment I saw this 1913 church, tucked between the mountains and the Elk River, I felt something sacred. Not just in its past as a place of worship, but in the way the light streamed through the steeple, the original maple floors whispered stories, and the land stretched with promise.
I knew it had to be saved — not just restored, but reimagined into a place of rest and renewal. Every board, every beam tells part of the story. Much of the wood trim was milled from trees just across the street. The bell that once called people to worship now rings daily — not as a call to duty, but a reminder to slow down, breathe, and be.
Corton Lodge isn’t just a place to stay — it’s a place to reconnect with nature, with your loved ones, and maybe even with your own soul.