Perched near 8,000 feet in Cora, Wyoming, on land so rugged it wasn’t homesteaded until the 1940s. Wind Rivers off the deck, Green River down the road, national forest out the back.
A real cabin, not a lodge.
Wood, a fireplace, and a kitchen you can actually cook in. Two bedrooms, each with a queen. A living room with a full-size pull-out and the big leather chairs pointed at the fire. One bathroom with a giant glass shower and a proper vanity. A full kitchen with a dishwasher, a microwave, a stove and bar seating. Washer and dryer in the unit for the longer trips.
Then the deck. It is enormous, it has furniture, and it faces the Wind River Range. Guests write about the deck more than anything else.
Nearly ten acres, two streams, two springs, and a pond you can walk to.
The property runs from the sage flat down into wetlands and willow, with a fishing pond you reach on foot. Elk come through the willows most mornings, moose most evenings, and a buck has been known to walk up to the window. Past the fence line it is Bridger‑Teton National Forest and then the Bridger Wilderness, with a trailhead inside walking distance.
It is a basecamp for what the valley does: mule deer and elk in the fall, cutthroat and brown trout in the Green, backcountry trails in summer, and sleds out of the Upper Green lot twenty minutes away in winter.
Two years hosting, a hundred percent response rate, and most requests answered inside the hour. Keypad self check‑in from 4 pm; out by 10. Ask him where the fish are.
I went to school at Wyoming and never really left. This is the last of the real old west, and the cabin is about as far out there as you can get. After a stay you’ll want to come back.