Perched high above the Dan River Gorge, somewhere deep in the folds of Virginia’s Blue Ridge Mountains, the treehouses at Primland Resort feel almost unreal. Like the kind of place you'd dream up on a long, stressful commute — peaceful, impossibly quiet, and just the right amount of indulgent. And yes, they’re real. And yes, they’re probably even better than whatever you imagined.
Getting there involves a short, scenic drive from the main lodge, the kind where you keep glancing out the window thinking, “Wait... this is still Virginia?” Then, suddenly, you’re there — in the trees. Properly in them. These aren’t kid-style backyard forts. These are full-blown grown-up getaways built in, around, and gently above ancient oaks and ridgelines, with just enough space between them to feel completely alone (in a good way).
Primland has three treehouses — each one a little different. Barn Owl is perched high in a ridge-top oak with ridiculous views. You half expect to spot hawks gliding past your window. Cooper’s Hawk stretches across two trees with over 400 square feet of cozy elegance — and cedarwood everything. It’s the most cabin-y of the three, but still luxe. And then there’s Golden Eagle, quietly impressive in its eco-conscious construction — no nails driven into the host tree. That’s a detail you might miss, but it sort of sums up the whole vibe: thoughtful, understated, nature-first.
Inside, they’re designed for two people max — which kind of adds to the romance. Or solitude, depending. Plush beds, soft lighting, and windows that seem to frame every inch of the forest. It’s not flashy, but it’s deeply comfortable. There’s Wi-Fi (if you insist), but you probably won’t reach for your phone unless it’s to take yet another photo of the view.
Mornings here are slow — the good kind of slow. You’ll wake up to mist rolling over the trees, birds doing their thing, and probably coffee on the deck in your slippers. Nights are something else. Maybe there’s wine. Maybe a hot tub. Maybe just the kind of silence you forgot existed. Occasionally, an owl might say hello. Or maybe it’s just the wind. Either way, you’ll listen.
And sure, starting at €550 a night, this is very much a splurge. No sugarcoating that. But it's one of those rare places where it feels... kind of worth it? You’re not just paying for a fancy bed in the forest. You’re paying for the stillness. The space. The chance to say, just for a bit, “This — this is exactly where I want to be.”
So if you’re someone who’s been daydreaming about a cabin in the woods — only, one with proper sheets, next-level views, and not a single neighbor in sight — Primland’s treehouses might just be calling your name.
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