Disconnect to Reconnect: What a Weekend Without WiFi Taught Us

There’s something special that happens out here by the creek.

Maybe it’s the slower rhythm of the trees, or the way the air smells a little cleaner, or how the frogs start singing just when the sun goes down. But more often than not, our guests arrive with phones in hand… and leave with hearts a little lighter.

Yes, we have WiFi. And yes, it works—if you want it to. But the cell service takes a little effort, and for many guests, that’s the perfect excuse to not bother. And once they stop refreshing and start relaxing, something shifts.

They nap.
They read.
They sit by the fire and talk—really talk.
They bake cookies for no reason at all.

I’ve had guests tell me they forgot how good it feels to sit in silence. Others who said they finally finished a book they started years ago. And then there was Grandma.

One unforgettable family of five brought their elderly grandmother along for a weekend stay. When I asked how it went, they all burst out laughing and nudged Grandma to tell the story. She admitted, a little sheepishly, that she’s slept with her TV on every single night for over 70 years. So when she realized there wasn’t a single TV on site, she panicked.

But by the end of the weekend, she said—with genuine surprise—that she had the best sleep of her life. And she was inspired to try it again at home. No screens. Just peace.

That’s the kind of magic we see again and again when people give themselves permission to unplug—even just a little. We’re not anti-technology here. You can still upload your creekside selfie or catch up on emails if you really need to. But you might not. And that’s kind of the point.

Here, you get to choose when (and whether) to plug back in.

Because life’s best connections?
They don’t need passwords.