Our Story
A home built on
open doors
Trish grew up in LaPorte, Indiana — lake effect snow, Midwestern grit, and a drive that took her to Indiana University, then Vanderbilt, and through careers in Chicago, Nashville, and Denver. Prashanth spent his summers as a boy at Mathathota, his grandparents' coffee estate in Chikmagalur, Karnataka — a hillside place in India where the gate was always open and guests were never strangers.
They met in Chicago. They found Free Run together.
Atithidevo Bhav — in Sanskrit, the guest is akin to god. For Prashanth it wasn't a philosophy he learned. It was just how life worked on an estate.
What they've built at Free Run draws from both of those worlds. Trish's gift for turning strangers into regulars before their first glass is empty. Prashanth's deep belief that hospitality isn't a service — it's a way of being. Their kids grow up here the same way Prashanth did: with land underfoot, seasons overhead, and a community always passing through.
Free Run is their home. When you're here, it's yours too.
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