Driving over the railway tracks and seeing the neglected property for the first time was depressing. Our cozy cabin was a derelict trailer. The inside seemed rustic and quaint at first. But it was hot. When we went to open windows, we were greeted by a graveyard of dead flies. When we turned on the manual fans, clumps of dust balls flew out. When we opened the fridge to chill our water, we found a mouse dropping and food crud inside. When we opened the freezer, it was full of someone else’s food. When we turned on the tap water, a sewage smell came out. When we went to wash our hands, there was long, grey hair stuck all over the dispenser. We couldn’t set our items down until we cleaned the sticky surfaces on the counters and coffee table. We couldn’t sit down because the dining chairs had chunks of food on them. We used our own cleaning supplies…because even their cleaning supplies were dirty. Everything inside was SO icky and SO unwelcoming. Relaxing outside was equally unwelcoming. The deck was decrepit and the “view” consisted of all sights you would see on a rundown, trash-filled, neglected property. There was no access to the lake. We decided go to bed and get a good sleep, so we could leave early. But our beds were child-sized bunk beds…not what a mature couple would find relaxing. We brought in our own bedding, thinking we’d make the best of it and get some sleep anyway. Nope. The train right outside the window, runs every few hours, screeching it’s brakes. IT WAS BAD