Some may call it rustic; I call it decrepit. Overgrown grounds, unavailable owners/staff, disgustingly dirty kitchen, tiny smelly rooms.
Having the owner greet me drunk should have been my signal to run, but after traveling seven hours, and getting there on the biggest fall colors weekend of the year, there was nowhere else to go. I thought it was a nice touch, however, for the owner to leave her empty Bud can in the coozie on the 2nd floor hall all day after she drank it.
The room was a dump. Queen brass canopy bed that squeaked like a church mouse, and where the canopy rails were falling apart. The rubberized mattress pad was a very nice touch, especially when it and the cover sheet kept on pulling off every night we were there.
The water temperature goes from mountain stream cold to scalding hot as soon as the next door neighbor flushes the toilet, and using an old fruit box as the shelf unit in the bathroom was a real hoot! Especially when the water bug crawled out from behind it! And did I mention that we could hear our neighbors every move next door, below us and above us? Explaining to my kid why that nice woman was moaning in the room above us was what every Dad waits to share with his child. To say that the wall were paper thin would be giving too much credit.
Don't stay here, stay anywhere else, and checkout if you've already checked in. Oh, and don't believe those white building photos on the web site - those are for the condos next door they are selling, not for the Butternut Inn. Clever deceptive advertising!
