We are Dorina and Hans Leitner. At 1,225 metres, in a piece of forest in Schwarzenbach, we run a mountain cabin — not a hotel, not a guesthouse. One cabin, one family. When you book it, you have it to yourself.

The cabin stands on its own. The nearest door belongs to the forest.

The spring trickles at the front door. Behind the cabin, chanterelles grow — some years ceps too. Trout swim in the pond — you fish them out yourself. Under the linden tree there's a quiet bench.

We don't cook for you. The kitchen is yours for as long as you're here. We take care of the cleaning, the firewood, and in winter the access road.