Two thousand ninety eight miles and one treacherous 4-wheel mission up a snow-covered 'driveway' later, we pulled in front of a precious A-frame home and realized that the Airbnb listing that lured us here had simply not done this place justice. Tire swing hanging from one pine tree and a Sasquatch warning sign posted on another. The snow crunched under our boots as we ran toward the lock box and let ourselves in to our home away from home.
Hygge (pronounced “HUE-gah") is defined as the art of building sanctuary, inviting closeness and paying attention to life's simple pleasures. This cabin reintroduced us to the concept of quality time. There was no television. There was no wifi.
The interior was cozy and clean. The bamboo floors were perfect for sliding in fuzzy socks and there were plenty of pillows and throws to snuggle up with in front of the fireplace. An antique pair of binoculars sat on an end table just waiting for my husband's arrival (We recommend checking out the view from the back deck with those bad boys). Stairs led us right up to a quaint loft where we found an especially comfortable bed. It was much smaller than our own but all the better for stealing my husband's body heat. Julie Anne (the creator behind this architectural and rentable masterpiece) had the kitchen stocked with all the must-haves for breakfast in bed and we were thankful there was fresh spring water for drinking, as most retreats this precious and secluded are lucky to have running well water.
Most people, even in Colorado, were unfamiliar with Grant, which made this destination even more appealing. We were 30 minutes from the nearest grocery store and over an hour away from any major town. A terrain too unruly for all-season tires or 2-wheel drive. The roads we traveled resembled something out of Ice Road Truckers, or so my husband says, and they were magnificent.