Dennis Mill Cabin

04/13/2025

04/09/2025

Our guest book - guest wrote each day they were there!!
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04/09/2025

Another waterfall right around curve in Creek! Wild azelia, wildflowers, just the perfect “getaway”. Check out cabins
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04/09/2025

Right outside cabin window- happy butterflies, spectacular waterfall, beautiful crisp day, wildflowers galore! Check out our two cabins
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03/17/2025

Such a satisfied and complimentary guest at Falls View Cabin.

03/09/2025

Sitting out in front of Falls view Cabin beside Rock creek enjoying the pretty day and sound of creek!! dennismill.com

03/01/2025

02/25/2025

Darling little witch Hazel blooms on trail to dam at dennismill.com

02/25/2025

One great scenic spot on hiking trail at dennismill.com - old dam ruins.

02/25/2025

Angie’s paintings and decorations in Falls View Cabin at dennismill.com

02/21/2025

THIS DESCRIBES DENNISMILL.COM

Growing up in a holler in the Appalachian Mountains is an experience that stays with you, shaping your heart and soul in ways that words can barely capture. I often find myself lost in memories of those days, feeling a deep sense of nostalgia for the simple, unfiltered beauty of my childhood.
The holler, nestled between towering mountains and dense forests, was our world. It was a place where the air was always fresh, filled with the earthy scent of pine and the sweet aroma of wildflowers. I remember the sound of the creek that ran through our land, its gentle babbling a constant, soothing presence. We would spend hours by that creek, skipping stones, catching crawdads, and letting the cool water run over our bare feet.
Life was slower back then, and our days were filled with the kind of adventures that only children can conjure. We built forts out of fallen branches, climbed trees to pick apples, and chased lightning bugs under the star-filled sky. Every season brought its own magic. In the spring, the hills were painted with the vibrant colors of blooming rhododendrons and mountain laurels. Summers were spent swimming in the creek and catching lightning bugs. Fall turned the landscape into a fiery tapestry of reds, oranges, and yellows, while winter brought a serene, snowy silence.
Family and community were the heart of the holler. Everyone knew everyone, and there was a sense of togetherness that is hard to find in the hustle and bustle of modern life. We helped each other through hard times, celebrated together during the good times, and gathered around bonfires to share stories and laughter that echoed through the mountains.
Sundays were special, filled with the harmonious sound of hymns sung at the little church at the end of the road. The potlucks afterward were a feast of home-cooked goodness, with dishes passed down through generations. I can still taste my grandmother's blackberry cobbler, made from the berries we picked ourselves. dennismill.com

About Dennis Mill One of the earliest settlements in this Northwest Georgia area sprang up around a gristmill. Dennis Mill was constructed on Rock Creek in present day Murray County around 1869 and was active for almost a hundred years. The Dennis community was named for Dennis Johnson, who was the....

01/23/2025