Pa C.
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If you’re hunting for sub-marginal home-cooked meals and a staff that could win gold in eye-rolling, this is your place. The only thing this resort truly excels at is delivering a clean cabin you can smell in the morning as the only redeeming feature.
Location? Oh, it’s “charmingly remote” in the way a desert island is charming when you’ve misplaced your compass. Tucked in the middle of nowhere, not close to civilization for what feels like an eternity. You’ll be driving for ages just to pretend you’re in a real town, then realize you’re still staring at the same pine trees with a bill you can’t afford to be optimistic about.
Value for money? If by “value” you mean paying top-tier prices for bottom-tier service, then congratulations: you’ve found the perfect match. For the sum you shell out, the staff should be bending over backwards to accommodate, not giving you the side-eye when you ask for a complimentary bottle of water. Yes, you read that right — water that should be included, not a scavenger hunt you complete with your last reserve of gas money.
Complimentary amenities? Don’t get your hopes up. You’ll be lucky to receive a smidge of courtesy, let alone a bucket of hospitality. I literally ran to my car, about to become a contraband water thief, in order to go buy some bottled water because apparently thirst is a luxury here.
In short: if you like clean cabins and nothing else, this place will scratch your itch quickly. If you want civilization, a friendly vibe, or even a basic gesture of courtesy, you’ll need to bring your own map, your own water, and a strong tolerance for microaggressions dressed as “service.”
Verdict: skip it unless you want a test of your patience and a few extra stories you’ll tell later about the time you paid a premium to feel like you’re guest-starring in a reality show called How Not to Be Treated.
