Your Ideal Country Retreat Awaits at 680
There are places that feel less like destinations and more like quiet promises—promises of ease, renewal, and the kind of peace you only realize you’ve been missing when you finally find it. The retreat at 680 is one of those rare places, a small corner of countryside perfection where time seems to slow down just enough for life to make sense again.
Nestled at the end of a winding gravel road, 680 isn’t flashy or loud. It doesn’t need to be. The first thing you notice when you arrive is how the world seems to fall away. The hum of traffic disappears. The chatter of notifications, the rush of schedules, the strain of everything urgent—it all melts into something softer. In its place comes a cool breeze rolling off the open fields, carrying with it the light fragrance of wildflowers and freshly cut hay. Birds chatter in the hedgerows. A pair of deer may flicker between the tall grasses. Everything here breathes differently, and in a few minutes, so do you.
The house itself stands with an unassuming elegance. Built of warm timber and washed stone, 680 blends into the landscape as though it grew there. A deep front porch stretches the length of the home, inviting you to sit, stay a moment, and simply look out. From that porch, you can see nearly everything that makes this place special: the sprawling pasture unfurling toward the horizon, the orchard with its neat rows of apple and pear trees, and beyond it all, a line of rolling hills that glow gold at sunset.
Inside, the retreat is a masterclass in comfort. Sunlight spills through oversized windows, pouring warmth across polished wood floors. Every room feels lived-in without being worn; refined without being rigid. The main living area is anchored by a stone fireplace, the kind that fills a room with a soft crackling presence even before the fire is lit. A plush sofa rests nearby, draped with a hand-woven blanket in earthy tones. You can almost hear the imagined quiet nights spent here—with a book, or a mug of tea, or nothing at all except the comfort of silence.
The kitchen is the heart of the home, and at 680, it beats with both charm and functionality. Butcher-block countertops stretch along clean, open shelves lined with handmade pottery. A farmhouse sink looks out onto the back meadow, turning even mundane chores into moments of stillness. The air always seems to carry the scent of something good: fresh bread cooling on a rack, the tang of lemon from a pie left to set on the counter, or the savory aroma of herbs picked from the garden just outside the back door.
Speaking of the garden, it is one of 680’s crown jewels. A patchwork of raised beds holds tomatoes bursting with color, vibrant rows of carrots and greens, and a patch of lavender that sways gently in the breeze. Bees drift lazily from flower to flower. There is a slow, grounding pleasure to tending it—a reminder of the joy that comes from nurturing something with your own hands. Even visitors who claim they’ve never had a green thumb find themselves lingering, snipping a sprig of rosemary or brushing their fingers across the velvety leaves of sage.
But perhaps the most enchanting place on the property is the small pond tucked behind the grove of old birch trees. Glassy and calm, the water reflects the sky like a mirror. In summer, frogs chirp from the edges, and dragonflies skim across the surface in flashes of iridescent blue. On warm afternoons, sitting beside that pond feels like stepping out of reality entirely. Even the air seems clearer, the world quieter.
The bedrooms at 680 embrace simplicity, with soft linens, wide windows, and the kind of uncluttered charm that makes rest inevitable. The primary suite overlooks the orchard, and waking up there—with morning sun filtering through the branches and birdsong drifting in through a cracked window—feels like waking up inside a painting. Each morning is slow, intentional, and utterly free from the chaos of a hurried life.
While 680 excels in solitude, it also shines as a gathering place. The dining area, with its long reclaimed-wood table, begs for dinner parties filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and candlelight. Outside, a stone patio circles a fire pit, where guests can settle under the stars and swap stories while the flames glow red and gold. There’s room for children to run, for friends to wander, for memories to grow at their own pace.
And when night falls over 680, the sky puts on a show you didn’t realize you were missing. With no city lights to rival the heavens, the stars spill across the sky in dazzling clarity. The Milky Way becomes a bright, swirling river overhead. Coyotes howl somewhere distant; owls call from the trees. The cool air hums with the soft buzz of nighttime life. It’s peaceful, grounding, and humbling all at once.
What makes 680 truly special is not one single feature, but rather the way everything fits together—the home, the land, the stillness, the sunlight, the breeze, the way the world slows down here. It’s the feeling of stepping into a sanctuary made not to impress, but to restore. A place for early coffees on the porch, afternoons spent reading by the fireplace, summer evenings in the garden, winter mornings with frost painting the windows.
680 is not just a country retreat. It is a reminder of the life you could be living: quiet, intentional, rooted in what matters. A place where you can breathe deeper, dream bigger, and remember who you are when the world stops shouting.
Your ideal retreat awaits. And it just might begin at 680.
