This property is a cute little cabin. Everything works. The bed isn’t horrible. That’s about where it ends.
It’s about 40 yards off the highway, and the sound of trucks at 75 mph sings you to sleep. All. Night. Long. There is absolutely no cellular service here. For some inexplicable reason, there’s also no WiFi. So I drive a half mile up the hill to tell my wife I’m not dead, just no cell service. Head back in and try to catch a movie. Good luck if you want to watch anything pg-13 or better. So I watch cartoons u til I fall asleep. My new friend wakes me up
In the middle of the night, crawling in my face. I will include a photo of him on the pillow if I can.
I booked this property for three nights. On the second day, the property manager calls me. I’m working so
I can’t answer. By the time I excuse myself and try to call back, I have a text message Saying there are guests waiting for me to check out so they can check in. I know this isn’t true since I’m the next guest, I suppose he just woke up and chose to be a jerk that day. I called him back five times, left a message, and two texts. So I leave work and go explain it to the housekeeper who was nice. Again, the property manager didn’t contact me back until after 8:00 pm.
I get it, mistakes are made. But don’t let your first text be a complete passive aggressive lie.
Anyhow, stay here if you like roaches, highway noise, and jerks. Don’t stay here if you enjoy contact with with the outside world.