While it is far from certain, I can only imagine it is very unlikely that we would have ever found the Iron Mountain Inn if we had not planned to do so. As it is, we had made reservations in advance, mapped our way there, had it on GPS and still had a heck of a time finding the place. But eventually we figured out the way around the bridge construction (that may or may not have actually been bridge construction), followed a winding route to the inn and made out way to the top. Only to find that the other way down is a whole lot faster.
Regardless, the perch near the top of the mountain is amazing, especially if you should happen to be there in the fall leaf season, as we were. The views across the valley (I do not know if this term is actually the correct one, but it seems right) allows you to see for what seems miles, and the colors on the trees goes on and on.
Inside the inn is perhaps not as huge - you are in what is essentially a large house. It is a nice one for being nestled in amongst the mountains, but it is not a giant place by any means. Much more like a bed and breakfast - of which we passed several (or at least, that is what the signs said). Our innkeeper was very friendly, even offering to tell us where the endless cookie jar was found when someone - who shall remain nameless - could not find it.
Breakfast in the morning was a tasty way to start the day for the next stage of our trip, and finding the way out again was much, much easier than finding the way in. Definitely a worthwhile stop if you are in the area.