This boutique motel, close to marvelous hiking trails in the Beaver Valley, has the most nightmarish, non-functional contact-less check-in system we've ever experienced in 40 years of travel over 4 continents. Absurdly elaborate online forms, ID scans, codes by text....none of which worked. Multiple stage post-booking, pre-arrival additional submissions are required....from your phone..while driving through a remote rural area with spotty-to-nil cell reception. On arrival...more multiple codes required to pass through multiple doors that then locked behind us, everywhere, in every room and passageway, with ominous quiet whirring/hissing sounds, conveying the sense that you're in prison. Plus there is unwanted "smooth country" musak playing everywhere, which the non-present, unseen management informed us (by email) could not be controlled by the guests... neither in terms of volume, nor what kind of music. Welcome to bougie hell.....or maybe a Wes Anderson movie. On the plus side, the king sized bed was comfortable; and the fake hunting lodge decor is amusing, with plastic and resin pretending to be olde-charmy wood. The outdoor seating areas around firepits by the riverside are pleasant. And the coffee machine in the communal kitchen produces 7 kinds of excellent coffee... If you can figure it out above the deafening musak.
