
The Hemlock
A corner room above Woodland Valley, warmed by its own wood-burning stove and framed by the trees that named it. Light the fire, open a book, and let the afternoon go where it wants.


A corner room above Woodland Valley, warmed by its own wood-burning stove and framed by the trees that named it. Light the fire, open a book, and let the afternoon go where it wants.

Intimate and bright, facing the garden, with a pale wood bed and cream linens. Morning light arrives through the birch branches first, and the rest of the day follows slowly.

“I came for one night and stayed for three. The quiet mornings, the wood smoke, the way the light moves through the trees — this place makes you forget you ever meant to leave.”
L. Martinez · New York, NY
Good to know
October gets the postcards — the whole valley turns gold — but February, when snow hushes the woods completely, is the season our regulars keep to themselves. The stoves work year-round.
Woodstock and Kingston are easy drives, Belleayre Mountain is about twenty minutes, and the Esopus Creek runs close enough to hear. Most guests arrive with plans and surrender them to the porch.
No — we traded screens for wood stoves, deep chairs, and shelves worth reading. Nobody has missed them yet.