The home is stuck in the 70s and not in a retro cool way, but in a gross-un-updated-don’t-touch-the-gross-cabinets way. There was so much dog hair everywhere tufts of it came from under the bed and moved across the room like rodents. No good furniture on deck to enjoy the view (but please bring in the crappy $5 cushions every time your done using them!), no coffee filters (were we supposed to know what kind of cheap crappy coffee maker you had and bring our own?), no extra blankets or beach towels, bedding from Charles Manson’s 1970 garage sale, carpet in second bedroom smells so bad - don’t go in there (could have been used as a second bathroom at one point). Only 3 mismatched wine glasses (one is a very fancy plastic), random-old-useless kitchen utensils purchased from local goodwill, this is also a place where old-broken-run down kitchen appliances go to die. Just in case you wanted to steal some crappy old glass wear, you are out of luck because the cabinet is locked. Be careful on the deck, just looking at it will give you 4 splinters in your butt. That’s if you can get the sliding glass door open. It’s sad that Richard’s family doesn’t want to spend any money maintaining the awesome beach house he left his family, which at one time 50 years ago was obviously awesome. The one star is for the location, but stay at a nicer place across the street, this place is not worth the view.