A Peaceful Retreat

The Lodge is a 6 Bedroom (8 bed) Retreat in the heart of Potter County. It is nestled on the western edge of a verdant 100 acre wood. A wealth of steams and trees and natural stone adorn her rolling hillside. It is a hiker's paradise, year-round inn, and in winter it is a snowmobilers dream come true. Lent Hollow's flora and fauna are equally enticing to poet and hunter. Wild turkey, venison, and black bears are only three of the hundreds of species who make their home on this hundred acre hide away. Summertime is laden with Lillies and sunflowers...blossoms and berries that are more than enough for a house filled with romantic flowers arrangements and an abundance of berries to provide for our family winemaker to create his many tasty varieties of wine from the berries of Lent Hollow.
Whether you are seeking a quiet retreat, or a sanctuary for family fun, you will find the Lodge at Lent Hollow utterly charming. A fully stocked kitchen is available for your culinary explorations, or simply enjoy the rustic beauty of the quaintly decorated rooms, filled with a warmth of memories and antiques from generations of family gatherings. The clear quiet nights provide a sky that peaks the interest of any stargazer. After an evening by a crackling fire in the natural stone fireplace, one sleeps deeply, inhaling the clean fresh air of the Peet Family's comfortable and homey Lodge at Lent Hollow. Sit back and relax in the overstuffed sofas and chairs of the great room, or peruse the old photos, paintings, books and old family diaries. History lurks around every corner. One never knows what ancient treasure may be discovered. Upstairs in the "Kid's Lodge," little adventurers will enjoy a very special room created just for them. A forest mural (with deer, otters, bears and birds) surrounds the little sleepers as they nestle into their camping-style beds, and enjoy their special play-room hide-away. Parents will enjoy the flowery murals especially created for our spacious bathrooms, one with a deep and welcoming old claw foot tub. The elegant vistas from the upper deck will enchant b0th the tea-time visitor, and the ardent oenologist sipping fine wine and lifting their glasses in honor of another glorious sunset. Or, all join in on the back porch for a family barbeque, sweet corn on the cob, and watermellon that has been cooling in one of our chilly streams all day. Whatever you call "home," the Lodge at Lent Hollow is yours.

Summer, at the Lodge

In the shadowed stillness
Of early morning,
The Lodge stands ready.
Mail, neatly stacked on the entry table;
Dishes of two lifetimes are clean, and in the cupboards.
And a deer, once a runner of these woods, watches from the northern wall.

Red Oak, maple, cherry awaiting the crackle of winter fires,
with the scent of forest leaves and chainsaw oil
is stacked neatly in the shed across the drive.

Orange lilies, bathed in early morning dew,
Perfume the succulent summer air and
pay eternal tribute to the gardener.

Paths, worn by the feet,
of lover, child and wanderer,
meander through these fragrant woods.

This place
smells of heady kinship,
and of "Home"

For family, and visitor alike,
This lovely lodge will shelter, comfort,
share her sturdy peace.
It is sanctuary, pub, dinner al fresco,
Nursery, artist’s, hunter’s paradise,
Home away from home.

In the silence of emptiness,
are echoes of tears and laughter,
screeches of joy and heartache,

Grief and comfort, love and healing,
that ever-present knowledge of
familial love that gives, forgives, then gives again.

Passed, century to century…great, grand, parent child,
And all those blessed to be called friend, of those who grew to love
this lodge of love without condition, in this 100 acre wood,


Marti
8-1-07

The Lodge in Autumn
Cool lemon-yellow light,
Streaking through the hemlock trees,
Draws my eyes into its leafy web,
Quickens breath…and then a long slow sigh.
Ah, Coudersport, your
Air’s so clean this SoCal girl,
Just has to suck it in,
Taste it as it surges through my veins.
The early autumn sun is ebbing,
With that slanted light that makes great art,
Like Coliere in pastel-summer,
Or Aspen dressed in winter-white.
This light just flows
Into your soul, and lingers there,
Cooling, warming, filling all the
Silent places lurking softly there.
Blowing out the city-stress,
I feast upon the setting sun,
Then linger in the twilight
of Coudersport, P.A.
M.A. Williams
9-19-2007

CONTACT INFORMATION

email. roberttpeet@gmail.com
phone. 1-814-367-3677
snail mail. 90 lent hollow road coudersport, pa 16915



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