There are places so rare they feel touched by something otherworldly, and this is one of them. Sixteen acres of enchanted ground unfold here, where Sawmill Creek sings its eternal song across more than a thousand feet of frontage. The water winds past moss-draped rock outcroppings that seem to belong in a fairytale, while ancient ponderosa pines rise like sentinels along the hillside. A trail leads upward to the crown of the mountain, where the view stretches from Rogers Pass to the Sleeping Giant, a panorama so vast and unbroken it feels like standing at the edge of a dream. The land itself has been shaped with reverence—clearings made with care, rockwork set with pride, every detail in quiet harmony with the wilderness that surrounds it. Small trout in the creek The cabin is a dwelling of both warmth and wonder, where rustic necessity meets vintage grace. A wood stove glows in the heart of the room, while propane heat and refrigerator provide off-grid ease. Inside, a clawfoot tub promises simple luxury, a charming vanity and vintage-inspired fixtures catch the light, and the enameled metal cabinets in the kitchen anchor the space with timeless character. Up on the hillside rests an unfinished guest cabin with a loft, a story waiting to be completed, while a second leveled site offers room for another vision to take form. Near the main home, a small cabin stands ready for storage or retreat. Reached year-round along a gravel road, this off-grid sanctuary is not simply land, but a rare gift. It is a place where silence feels alive, where the air itself carries a kind of magic, and where living close to the earth becomes something more than survival—it becomes magical.
