137 Highview Terrace

Description

Hidden in the trees behind the house, a small grove keeps its own quiet, holding a wood swing under a hand built arbor and a stone fire ring framed by log seats. In October the late light comes sideways through the bare trees and turns the whole grove gold. By August it is a green room with a ceiling of leaves. By January it sits under snow with one trail of footprints leading out to it. This is the place you find yourself walking out to in every season, sometimes for the fire, sometimes just for the quiet. That is what waits long before you ever reach the front door. Inside, the wood does the talking. Pine across the walls. Pine running up the ceiling. Exposed beams overhead. A wide stone hearth anchors the far wall, the kind of fireplace that asks for a fire to be lit before the season is over and then stays lit a little longer than planned. The whole great room feels grounded the way only a room finished in this much real wood can ground a space. Light comes sideways through walls of glass that pull the tree line directly into the rooms. When the fireplace is going the room turns amber. On a long summer afternoon it reads like a tree house with hardwood floors. It does not feel like a home built in 1980. It feels like a private lodge that has been waiting on its next chapter. The wraparound deck is where the floor plan keeps going. In summer the doors stay open more often than they are closed. Coffee outside while the trees catch the first light. Long unhurried dinners with music low under the canopy. A glass of something good in the last hour before the sky finishes letting go of the day. The sound of trees and the occasional owl is the only soundtrack the property needs. By August you are slower to come back inside than you used to be, and on the warm nights you read the rest of the evening out there too. There is more inside that earns its keep. A bath finished in travertine and river stone with a frameless glass walk in shower that ends up the surprise of the walkthrough. A walk-out lower level already set up to flex into a guest suite, a studio, a gym, or a workspace with its own door to the outside. A separate detached outbuilding in the woods sized for the workshop, the project, or the hobby that has been waiting on the right roof. Solar panels on the south facing pitch. Four bedrooms in total and three and a half bathrooms across nearly two acres of cleared land surrounded on every side by mature woods. Outside the property line, the Hudson Valley does the rest. The Shawangunk Ridge holds the northern horizon and turns every drive home into something to look at. The Bashakill, the largest freshwater wetland in southeastern New York, is five minutes away with kayak launches and a bird migration that pulls photographers in from across the state. Pine Bush is the school district buyers in this part of the region ask for by name. Bethel Woods Center for the Arts plays the kind of summer concerts the city used to monopolize. Resorts World Catskills, the Kartrite indoor waterpark, and Holiday Mountain ski area all sit within a thirty minute drive. Sam's Point Preserve, Minnewaska, and Mohonk are a short drive north. Wurtsboro and the Shawangunk Wine Trail carry the slow Saturdays. Stewart International Airport is under forty minutes east. Manhattan is roughly 80 miles south, about ninety minutes by car on the days you want it, and back to this kind of quiet as soon as the weekend starts. The first night here you will notice the silence. Not the absence of sound. The presence of everything else. The wind moving through the pines outside the bedroom window. Crickets keeping time somewhere out past the tree line. Your own thoughts, slowing down for the first time in a long time. By morning the light through the glass will already feel like it belongs to you, and you will understand why it took the right buyer this long to arrive.