The word that comes to mind is **dilapidated**. The cabin seems 40–50 years old, and much of it looks original. The smoke detector dangled from its wires, and the entry door stuck badly and was peeling despite a steel plate. The sink cabinet had no toe space—something I discovered the hard way when a toenail caught the boards. The faucet lacked an aerator, and the showerhead was encrusted with minerals. One of the AC unit’s temperature buttons had been pushed inside the housing, though you could still reach it with a pinky if you were careful. It was also loud enough to sound like a Mack truck climbing a mountain. Worst of all, we found a bug we suspect was a bed bug, and the mattresses felt as old as the cabin itself. On the plus side, it was convenient, inexpensive, and the staff was friendly—but it’s long past due for a complete refurbishment. Breakfast was good.