You know how time seemed to expand and never-end when you were a kid? Tree houses have a way of awakening that wonder.
For Grace’s 25th Birthday we headed glamping at Moose Meadow Lodge. We flew to Montreal and drove south across the border. As soon as we hit Vermont it was clear why they call it the Green Mountain State. Picturesque peaks crowned the thicketed treetops for miles and miles. Scenic drives are always half the fun of any adventure.
Greg and Willie, the 20-year proprietors and our hosts for the weekend, greeted us with the warmest welcome and two tall glasses of Rooibos tea, including local Vermont honey and reusable bamboo straws. Our connection was instant. It felt as though we were all old friends, catching up on lost time. Throughout our stay, they provided unparalleled attention-to-detail and impeccable care to ensure that our stay was nothing short of magical.
Our weekend accommodation was a luxurious two-story tree house in a clearing on part of the 84 abundant acres. The layered wraparound wood balconies overlooked a rainbow trout pond. One of my favourite memories from the trip was sipping coffee, writing in my little notebook on the dock, Grace reading on one of the oversized Adirondack chairs and the trout flipping their tails on the surface of the water by way of friendly greeting.
The rustic décor fit the surrounding scenery perfectly. There was a spiral staircase that wrapped around a large Maple tree and taxidermy filled the walls, giving the illusion that you’re outside amongst the flora and fauna. Touches of birch and bark, plus the natural sunlight peeking through the tree house’s 31 windows, added a light and airy atmosphere.
Although we opted to stay in the tree house, the main lodge also offers private rooms available to rent, each with their own theme such as “The Loon Room” or “The Fly Fishing” suite.
Every morning we were treated to a gourmet breakfast by “Chef Willie” in the main kitchen, which literally took our breath away when we first saw it. The stone craftsmanship and custom woodwork was created with raw materials from the property, as were many of the artisanal touches throughout the tree house, such as the stone sink carved like a winding river.
Although we could have spent every waking minute playing and twirling around the tree house, there was so much on the property, as well as in the surrounding towns, to explore. We took the mountain road through Stowe on our way back to squeeze in some extra adventuring.
By day, we hiked from our tree house up to a wooden Sky Loft that looked like something out of a Wes Anderson film. We took in views of the Hunger Mountain Range and meandered through the sugar bush, apple orchard and forested fire pit area on our descent. By dusk, we relaxed with a glass of wine as we watched the reflection of the tree house flicker across the pond.
As expected, Grace and I had a hard time leaving once the weekend was over. It was every childhood tree house fantasy fulfilled tenfold.
Short Teaser...full feature coming soon (so much great footage of the place to sort through!):