The air in the Blue Ridge is different in January. It isn’t just cold; it’s thin, sharp, and smelling faintly of woodsmoke from a dozen hidden chimneys. You’ve spent the day navigating the Bald where the wind tried to peel the soul right out of your boots. By 6:00 PM, you aren't looking for a meal. You’re looking for a sanctuary. The Lodge is here for you. Come in, sit by the wood fire and enjoy live music by Gerry Herndon and sink you teeth into something hearty from our Winter Menu!