My partner and I are an interracial couple. We stayed in cabin 6 for 8 days with our kid and 2 dogs. We paid the "pet fee". Bought whole new bedding as to not use the ones provided (nothing is disinfected in these cottages, and apparently is primarily the guests responsibility to prepare the cabin for the next guests, as mistaken for "vintage" or "rustic" by other guests but it's really you breathing in the previous guest skin cells and bacteria. Wear your shower shoes!) Later after leaving being blamed for a "stain" on the unused comforter that was packed away. Upon leaving I'm told there's an issue with our cabin. It needed a deep clean due to "too much dog hair" so much so that after only 8 days broke the (hopefully regularly) emptied staff vacuum. Even after passing our visual inspection, when we were only asked to keep the hair on the furniture and floors to a minimum. Not spit-shine the facility. For "whatever reason" this deep clean was needed after us, but still happened to miss the used q tips on the living room floor before we arrived even after having such a "strenuous inspection". We were required to know every unwritten rule. But all the while there are people not picking up after their dogs, breaking beds and leaving a giant yellow piss rings around the toilet that will be welcomed back warmly. Some of which being employed by the owner. read more

My wife & I just got back from a winter getaway weekend here (02/18). We really loved the place and plan on returning for our August vacation. Reasonable rates, friendly people running the place, and right at the edge of the Moosalamoo wilderness. If hiking, fishing, running, cycling, swimming, snowshoeing or cross country skiing is your thing, this is a great location. Great trails are right nearby. We stayed in cabin #6. Very cozy and fully equipped. The cottages are rustic and simple, and reminds us of a time when cute housekeeping cottages dotted the VT landscape. If you need anything it's right near Middlebury and Brandon. read more

North Cove Cottages - Lenny's Lookout, Chandler Ridge - Guest Houses Near Me - Salisbury, Vermont

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the hardest thing to do in life is wake up early. that said, sometimes there's no other way to experience what needs to be experienced. so i took a deep breath, set the alarm for 5 am and prepared for hell. fishing at the break of dawn. when i got up it was dark, the sky just beginning to lighten. it was cold. oh man. i pulled back the curtain and saw that the lake was still a sheet of glass, not a ripple anywhere. my heart leapt. i got dressed, gathered my gear, and headed out to the boat. i piled everything in, primed the gas, set the choke, and pulled the cord. the outboard roared, i cut it to low, unhooked from the dock and pushed off. gliding through the vapors still rising from the surface of the north cove, it was a little brighter in the morning twilight, but still no sign of the sun, slowly working its way up from the other side of the mountain. now out of the first cove and into the second, the magic gateway was crossed and suddenly the whole world opened in front of me. the full grandeur of the mountain, the open expanse of water, the feeling of limitlessness, the inverted scream of too much being absolutely right all at once, the unlimited power of a lifetime of emotion packed into a too small body. i revved the motor to its full 8 horsepower and set off into the open lake, a mile across to Branbury Beach, the wind in my face, until i was lining up the boat between the mountain's big patch of bare rockface on one side and Sunset Lodge way over on the other. the mist was tendrils, rising gently, obliviously, airily. i powered down to neutral and cut the engine, and once again everything became unearthly still. there was a sound of soft gurgling, dripping, a little rocking as the boat settled in. everything bristled. there was only a low light that seemed to come from everywhere, the lake a chorus, silent, giant. and then there was marlowe. i couldn't believe it. trenchcoat, plaid hunter's cap, woolen gloves, scarf, he was in an old-fashioned flatbottomed wooden rowboat, hunched over, earflaps down, staring at the mountain, shivering, blowing smoke, runny nose, sleep still in the corners of his eyes, three-day beard, but somehow a regal air about him. stoic. holy mother of god, i whispered, marlowe what are you doing here? i mean, well, HERE???? i just couldn't help myself. he didn't smile. instead he turned and looked at me. thinkin', he said. i'm just thinkin'. what a mountain, huh? it ain't the biggest and it ain't the spectacular edgy west coast kind, but it's got some kind of soul, don'tcha think? that's one helluva big hulking mountain, that's what it is. i had to agree. after all, i was there too. salmon trout are a decent draw, but when you think about it there are just as many in the lake at two in the afternoon as 5 am, even if they're not particularly hungry then and a good deal deeper and more skittish in the full brightness of the day. not to mention that i hadn't really caught one in 15 years. look at this lake, he went on, with a voice that had the sound of a 33 rpm lp playing at 16. just look, everything reflected in it, like that alice whatshername's looking glass, totally still, stretching out for miles, misty and icy and just layin' there. it's a goddam camelot, that's what it is. one of these days i'm gonna come out here and i swear excalibur is gonna be sticking out of the middle of the lake from a hundred feet down and i'm gonna paddle over and grab it. but that mountain, man, i just can't get enough of it. really makes a guy think about things, you know what i mean? and with that, he turned away to face the mountain again. the thing of it was, i knew exactly what he meant. because of all the many wonders of this occasionally too small world, this one here was the one that was within reach, this was the one that was saying hello right here, right now. and if ever i've learned anything from this all too often wretched life that i've had the privilege of leading, it's that when one of life's wonders passes in front of you, you goddam better stop, open your eyes, and shake its hand, because otherwise what's the point. i mean, what's the goddam point. marlowe, i said, jockey that boat of yours over around here closer, c'mon man, bring it over here closer. he dipped the oars and our boats bumped. hold on a second now, just hold on and gimme a second. then i stood up, leaned over, and shook his hand. read more

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This place is...interesting. Affordable, with a helpful, matter of fact Yankee hostess, a nice, tiny beach and friendly people. There are several small docks and rowboats and small power boat for rent. And - very dog friendly. For the three of us and our 65lb poodle, though, it was a perhaps little too cramped, and dark - there is not exactly a lot of space to run around and the cabins are close enough to make things quite cosy at best, crowed at worst. Not a place to go to get pampered, but a great place to get off the beaten track read more

This place is a little bit of heaven. Bright mornings with early rising fishermen shift into perfect sunshining afternoons of swimming and reading melt into crisp evenings around the campfire with old friends and new acquaintances. This is a great place for both families with children (ping pong! boating! sandbox! pet-friendly!) or for those looking to get away from the big city (hiking! big sky stargazing! bird watching! farmstands!). The cottages are rustic, but have everything you need to live simply and enjoy the beautiful surrounds. Year after year, this is a place where you can recapture the magical childhood feeling of endless summer. read more

Great affordable (non touristy) get-away. Beautiful location nestled in the Green Mountains with much to offer recreationally. No frills cottages ...so do not expect the 4 seasons...yet its charm lies within its vintage accouterments. read more

We stayed here in October of 2017. If you're looking to get away from it all this is the place to be. You communicate directly with Karen who owns all the cottages. When you arrive you get your key from her, she is very nice and provided us with information about the lake and things to do. The cottage we stayed in was great, it had a kitchen with pots and pans, plates, bowls and silverware as well as a charcoal grill outside. There is also a fire pit right next to the lake. A very short drive down the road there are hiking trails to a different lake and amazing views. Overall this was just what we were looking for, a quiet get away to relax and unwind. read more

We've been vacationing at North Cove Cottages now for close to 15 years and it is by far our favorite place to stay in Vermont. Lake Dunmore is a beautiful spot (Karen has kayaks and canoes available for exploring the lake) and the north cove provides one of the most sheltered areas of the lake which makes swimming all the more enjoyable. We've resided in four of the cottages and every time have found them to be clean and most comfortable. If there's ever anything we need that isn't in the cottage, Karen or Greg always make sure to supply what's needed asap. We're just back from our third trip there this year and can't wait to return next year. Thanks Karen! read more

North Cove Cottages is the perfect getaway for my husband, our dog and me. The place is located on Lake Dunmore with Mount Moosalamoo rising from the eastern shoreline. It's a view that's spectacular, no matter the season, and it's the reason we return several times a year. Cool vintage cottages are just feet from the lake, and there's access to miles of hiking trails in the Green Mountain National Forest, with amazing vistas and scenery. Karen, the proprietor, is always very helpful, and many of the guests are regulars who have been coming for years. There's also plenty to do in nearby Middlebury and Brandon. It's the quintessential Vermont experience. We love it. read more