A cozy brick guest house, six friendly goats, and one lightning-struck maple on forty peaceful acres in the Blue Ridge highlands of western North Carolina.
Book the Brickhouse →An old maple stood here for decades. One night a storm tore through, and by dawn the tree had snapped clean off at ground level — roots still clenched in the soil like desperate fingers, its body sprawled across the gravel road, as if it had offered itself for firewood.
From that improbable leap came the name Jumping Tree Farm — and the lingering sense that this land makes its own decisions.
Stroll the country road. Watch the goats sunbathe on the hill. Or do absolutely nothing but breathe mountain air. We keep things peaceful, cozy, and just playful enough to make you grin.
Whatever brought you here, the mountain does most of the work. Your job is mostly to show up.
One mile from historic Todd and the South Fork of the New River. A single-lane gravel road brings you to a flat parking pad beside the house — from there it's goats, woods, and sky.
Hike Elk Knob, paddle the New River, or coast into Todd for bluegrass on Friday nights at the General Store.
Ski Appalachian (30 min) or Sugar Mountain (55). Elk Knob has a mile-long backcountry trail if you bring your own gear. The road is plowed last — 4×4 is wise after a storm.
I've never rented a place more clean, well‑stocked, and quiet.Andrea — Airbnb guest
Rocky ridges where native campers once watched the river, a quiet pine wood, then meadow and sky.
No traffic hum. Just wind in needles and the occasional goat bleat. Wander wherever the fences allow, but please respect garden beds and animal feed stations.
During burn bans the fire-pit stays cold; our county posts notices and we'll remind you if one is active.
An honest patch of Appalachian highland with rocks, water, woods, and broad views southwest toward the New River.
Purebred herd-sire, oak-brown coat, ego to match. Considers the rest of the farm his court.
Tennessee sisters, founders of our line, queens of the mineral block. Will inspect your boots.
Sweet-natured purebreds from Treestar Farm — first to greet you at the gate, last to leave the apple bucket.
A mixed flock free-ranges the grounds. If you'd like a dozen for breakfast, just mention it in your booking note and we'll set them aside.
