A facilitated retreat weekend, or a quiet self-directed stay. Both held on twenty-four private acres in Loudoun County.
Come back to each other. On purpose.
Afternoon arrival. Suites are open from three. Dinner together on the porch at seven.
The opening session — short, low-pressure — happens before dinner. The rest of the night is yours.
Breakfast on the porch. A facilitated morning session runs from ten to noon — designed for couples to talk to each other in a quiet room.
Afternoon is unscheduled. Trails, the gardens, the suites. Dinner together at seven.
A late brunch. The closing session at eleven — short, reflective, optional.
Check-out by two. Most couples leave with one thing they didn’t have on Friday.
A small group of couples. Twenty-four acres. Held weekends each season.
A retreat at Zion Springs is the inverse of a trip. The place is already set up — your suite is ready when you arrive, dinner is already planned, the team is on hand without being in the way. Nothing about the weekend asks anything of you.
What’s structured is the time itself: shared meals with other couples, a small number of facilitated sessions, and long open hours on twenty-four acres of property to walk, sit, talk — or not.
Five, ten, twenty-five. A weekend that feels like the wedding did — without the planning, the people, or the pressure. Just the two of you, the same grounds, the same team.
Say it again, in the same place — or somewhere new on the same acres. A small ceremony if you want one, and a dinner for two if you don’t.
No occasion needed. Two nights, no schedule beyond what we provide, twenty-four acres to walk. Most couples who book this one come back inside a year.
One contract, one team, one number. Everything below is inside it.
Held a few weekends each season. Reservations close when the group is full.
No itinerary. No facilitation. Just a suite, breakfast on the porch, and twenty-four acres of quiet — all eleven suites available, year-round.
The gardens come back. Long mornings on the porch, dogwoods on the trails, doors open by ten.
Late dinners outside, the creek running cool at the back of the property, fire pits well past dark.
The light turns gold around six and stays. October weekends book early; the orchard is at its peak.
Wood-burning fireplaces in the suites, slower mornings, no other guests on the property. The quietest the place ever gets.
Whether you want the facilitated weekend or the quiet stay — tell us what you’re imagining.