Journal 10: From Lanterns to Lighbulbs

Long before porch lights flickered in Pinehaven, the cabins nestled on Raspberry Mountain were truly off the grid. Off-grid and deep in the forest, night falls like a velvet curtain. Life gets so dark you can’t see your own hand in front of your face, only feel the wilderness breathing around you. And then, at last, Pinehaven saw the light—literally.