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Review: Homestead Resort – Glen Arbor, Michigan||We recently stayed at the Homestead Resort in Glen Arbor, Michigan. We had a large group—12 family members in all—so we rented two of the condos or houses on the property. I didn’t book the lodging, so I’m not exactly sure how to find them on their website, but they were 3-story buildings that felt like small homes.||Lodging||The top floor featured the kitchen, living room, a bathroom, and a sunroom. The décor was clean and pleasant, the kitchen fully functional with dishes and utensils supplied. There was ample seating and a balcony to enjoy the weather. The sunroom was my personal favorite: bright, open, and a perfect spot to get lost in a book.||The second floor (also the entrance floor) had a master bedroom with a queen bed and attached bath—including a huge tub. There were two other bedrooms and another bathroom on this level—one with a queen bed, and one with two twins.||The lowest level had a bedroom with a double and a twin bed, another bathroom, and a cozy little den. I think the couches may have been pull-outs—someone mentioned that, though I didn’t check personally.||Surroundings||Nature lovers will adore this place. Outside our bedroom window were pine trees and playful grey and black squirrels. The cabins are built into hillsides, connected by elevated wooden walkways with views of trees and the occasional wild deer. Birdsong filled the air. On a rainy Friday, the entire forest glistened and smelled of earth and pine, leading to one of the best naps I’ve ever had. At night, make sure you look up—you’ll thank me.||The Property||The resort is large and a bit winding, with various buildings scattered throughout: what looked like walk-up hotels or apartments, event buildings, a small shop, an activity center, and even a small ski course with a lift. It took some time to orient myself. The signage wasn’t bad, but I got turned around often. Maybe that’s normal for ski resorts—this was my first.||The Wedding||The ceremony was held at the top of a ski lift-accessed hill or mountain (depending on your definition), with a spectacular view of Lake Michigan. It was chilly, but breathtaking.||The Reception: A Customer Service Breakdown||After the ceremony, the reception was held in a club at the bottom of the hill. Here’s where things took a turn.||Bathroom Incident:|Upon entering, I urgently needed to use the restroom. As I approached the men’s room, a woman—seated between the men’s and women’s rooms—stood, blocked my way, and said, “nuh-uh.” Confused, I assumed there must be a reason, like a plumbing issue or a bride-specific setup. Then she added, “Unless it’s an emergency.” I had to actually weigh my bladder’s urgency aloud.||Turns out, the plumbing had backed up (apparently a yearly issue after winter shutdown), but this wasn’t explained. Instead of treating me like a guest needing information, I felt like I was being corrected like a child. It soured my mood, and could’ve been avoided with a single sentence: “I’m sorry, the restroom is out of order—there’s another one to the left.” That’s it.||Bar Incident:|During a cocktail hour, the same woman denied my wife a glass of wine, saying the bar was backed up and closed until after the toast. Again—why tell a guest your internal staffing issues? That’s not their burden. Guests are there to relax. My wife explained she just needed it for the toast, and the woman replied, “Did you already get one earlier?” As if it were rationed wine. Eventually, she got the glass—but not without unnecessary stress.||Door Incident:|The reception hall was hot. The groom’s mother opened one door for airflow. My wife opened another to create a cross-breeze. This same woman barked that the doors must remain closed because the AC was on. Sure, fine—but again, it was delivered like a scolding, not an explanation. And if your guests are solving the heat problem for themselves, your customer service has already failed.||This woman may be excellent at operations, spreadsheets, and logistics. But guest relations? Absolutely not. Her default response seemed to be “no.” If I were her supervisor, I’d schedule her for retraining—or at least a few days off to cool down.||Front Desk Trouble||Another family member called the front desk for help with WiFi. The first staff member was rude and practically hung up on him. On calling back, another (much nicer) staff member took over and helped graciously. But the bad interaction was already in the books. I chose to skip using WiFi altogether rather than deal with grumpiness.||Town Vibe||Maybe it’s a local culture thing? In the town of Glen Arbor, we went to a place called Art’s Bar—cash only. They lost our $100 tab because we don’t carry cash. We ended up at Blu—fine dining and absolutely delicious.||⸻||TL;DR||The Homestead Resort in Glen Arbor, Michigan is scenic, nature-filled, and cost-effective with spacious lodging and truly gorgeous views. But the customer service—particularly at the wedding venue and front desk—was dismal. Poor communication, bad attitudes, and a failure to treat guests with basic warmth really dampened the mood.||Would I go back? Maybe—but I’ll ask whether the summer staff is on duty first.||Rating: 3/5 stars.