Wildhart began with a single tent.
In 2019 we pitched one safari tent at the top of the meadow — somewhere for friends to stay when the house was full. They never wanted to leave. So we pitched another, and then built the dome, and the cabin, and slowly the forty acres of Wildhart Hollow became a place you could book rather than a place you had to know someone to visit.
We have kept it small on purpose. Four units, well spaced, each with its own view and its own quiet. Enough that the property feels alive; few enough that it never feels crowded.
What hasn’t changed since that first tent: real beds, real fires, and the idea that being close to the wild shouldn’t mean roughing it. You come for the woods. You should still sleep like you’re home.