The Solitude Inn
The Solitude Inn is situated on a dead end road, and boasts 200 acres of cleared land, woods, stands of Fraser Fir Christmas trees, and old roads for hiking. It is surrounded on three sides by New York City land, thousands of acres of which are available for hiking. A section of the Finger Lakes Trail is easily accessible at the end of Chamberlain Brook Road. In addition, NYS Route 10 is a designated bike path.
In late spring, a pumpkin patch begins to set fruit behind the farmhouse, a plot full of winter squash, pumpkins, and gourds. Stay at harvest time, and pick your own. Take a boat out on the reservoir to fish during the season. Or paddle around in a canoe or kayak during recreational boating season, Memorial Day to Columbus Day each year. Sit on the wraparound porch where doing nothing is always doing something.
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Front of the house sign
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Any direction that brings you to this home leads through miles of untouched wooded hills and soothing water views. There is simply no development leading to this property in this truly pristine location. The house is built of neat lines that provide simple comfort. A great deal of effort has been invested to bring this grand old lady back to her full potential. It is in its restoration that one realizes the one amenity that is so rare and beyond any measure of material expense. It is almost invisible and unnoticed until you take a moment to realize it. This house has been contemplated. It impresses more and more with each day you are privileged to stay in this home. It is a property with history, that in its careful, thoughtful restoration has been fully realized by two people who understand that if something is contemplated, fully contemplated, the result of its restoration can and does rise to the level of a simple, pure, comforting art form. You are home when you are here.
Remarkable and lifesaving, particularly in such troubled times.
And yup, they have a really cool dog named Duke.
The Solitude Inn is a fantastic property located on beautiful land, with super hosts Monica & Joe (and Duke!). We loved every minute of our stay, and can't wait to return. The property immediately feels like home with warm and thoughtful touches throughout. We spent our time wandering the 200 acres with meandering creeks and well-kept trails through lush forests and our mornings drinking coffee on the wrap around porch. It is a quiet street and there are lots of fun things to do in the surrounding area. If you're looking for the perfect getaway--this is it.
What am awesome place. Stayed here for a little over a week while working in nearby Walton. The views from the wraparound porch or upstairs balcony were on point. The only drawback was I have to leave. The owners Monica and Joe are great people who take pride in making sure you feel at home. 100% recommend this place!
The Views
The Cannonsville Reservoir is pristine and beautiful. It affords visitors the grace and comfort of light, just as The Solitude Inn affords visitors the grace and comfort of home. A car or bike or motorcycle ride around the reservoir is good for the spirit.
Sometimes, in early morning, the sun breaks through a hole of cloud and throws a silver circle on the water. On the side hill, an intersect of birches is a white web against brown. An eagle may be perched there, eying iridescent fish at shallow water’s edge. Red tailed hawks career across water, wings hitched up, the tell-tale of hawks. A crow perches like a Christmas star on the leader of a fir tip so seemingly tender as to remind one of the hollow bones of birds. Holsteins graze in the flat along the river pushing pink noses into the last growth of grass in corn stubble. The sun blows the clouds out and illuminates the golden beaks of hawks and hollow bones of birds and heavy hooves of cow, a symphony of sight.