Tucked into the quiet rhythm of Alma, where the mountains rise and the forest begins just steps beyond the back door.
Discover the RetreatThe Purple Palace is more than a place to stay — it's a place to reset. This small cabin invites you into something deeper than a getaway. It's a retreat into simplicity, creativity, and calm. Inside, the space is warm and intentional. Music lives here — waiting to be played. Art surrounds you — inviting expression. The fireplace glows softly as the outside world fades, replaced by presence, conversation, and stillness.
Music lives here — waiting to be played. Art surrounds you — inviting expression. The fireplace glows softly as the outside world fades, replaced by presence, conversation, and stillness.
Every corner of the Palace was chosen with intention. Nothing is accidental. Everything is here to help you slow down, open up, and feel something.
Step outside and you're held by nature. Wander straight into Pike National Forest for a morning walk. Breathe in the altitude and the silence.
Or stroll a minute into town for coffee, a bite, or a bit of local character — then return to your own private sanctuary. The best of both worlds, exactly as they should be.
Mornings are slow. Nights are meaningful. And time stretches just enough for you to reconnect — with yourself, with others, or with something you've been meaning to create.
The Purple Palace was designed for those seeking more than just accommodation. It's for musicians, artists, adventurers, and anyone craving a peaceful place to land, reflect, and feel alive again.
Small in size, but expansive in spirit — every square foot has been shaped to feel like more than it is.
High altitude. Mountain silence. A cozy cabin that asks nothing of you. Slow mornings with coffee, no agenda, and the Rockies outside every window.
Music, art supplies, instruments, vinyl — all waiting. A weekend here has a way of unlocking things that months at home couldn't. The altitude has something to do with it.
No performance. No pressure. No algorithm. Just you, the mountains, and whatever version of yourself has been waiting for a quiet moment to show up.
