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The Woods Lodge

5.0 (3 reviews)
Fri • 6:00 am - 5:30 AM (Next day)
Sat • 6:00 am - 5:30 AM (Next day)

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Green Mountain Girls Farm

Green Mountain Girls Farm

(4 reviews)

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So we got our Thanksgiving turkey at The Green Mountain Girls Farm, and it was the best turkey I've…read moreever made. Even my sister said so! The day before, my husband picked up a big 22-pound bird that had just been butchered a few days ago. It was so fresh that I had a few tiny feathers floating around in my brine. It was so fresh that I could just barely separate the skin from the breast meat to rub in the butter and fresh thyme, which the Girls also so generously provided. It was so fresh I didn't really have to tie together the legs or pin down the wings. It was so fresh that you could *taste* it. And this was (or had been) one healthy turkey! You could tell by the quality of the skin, the texture of the uncooked meat, the size of the bones!!! Man, this turkey had been doing some weight-bearing exercises or something! Huge leg bones. Wings you could make a meal of. I can't wait to taste the broth. Yet the meat was as tender as it was flavorful. Now, with fresh turkey from a farm, you're gonna want to brine it. My 22-lb bird fit in the brining bag from the grocery store beautifully. I put in 1.5 cups of salt, a cup of sugar, and about 2 gallons of water, and I let her sit for about 18 hours. I rinsed her real well; patted her dry; stuffed her with onion, carrots, and celery; covered her with a pound of bacon; wrapped her up tightly in tinfoil; and then I let her roast at 425 degrees for about 3 hours, unwrapped her, and let her brown for about 30 more. Perfect. Tomorrow I'm making turkey pot pie and turkey stock--with locally grown carrots, onions, garlic, and celery. I love knowing that my turkey had been well-cared for and loved, that she is about as organic as you can get, and that her purchase supported my favorite local farm girls. And my guests loved that tender, tasty turkey.

The women who own and run this business have created an attractive space through hard work and…read moreheartfelt investment, but after buying a few items from their farm store, I would say that it's unlikely that I would make a habit of shopping here. If no one is available to show me where items are in the disorganized room or to help me use my credit card, I would be at a loss. Prices were high, as they should be, but convenience should be elevated as well. Good luck to them as they sort these issues out.

The Warren House

The Warren House

(7 reviews)

We have stayed at the inn a few times now and have always been pleasantly treated. The Inn is clean…read morewelcoming and has all the comforts of home. The owners have always been accommodating and very helpful. I look forward to continued visit!! Donna and Tom Corbin

-Editing my review today from 2 stars to 1 because I received a bizarre phone call from the owner…read more I answered with high hopes that the Inn was calling to apologize to me. Instead the owner acted mentally unstable and was STILL unable to communicate properly. Do NOT book this established. - I would not recommend booking here. My husband and I recently booked The Warren Falls Inn and stayed with our infant and one other adult. We originally only booked a night for our family ( 2 adults and 1 infant). The same night as our stay, we added 1 adult via our air b and b check-in. We paid an additional fee for our guest. Before we added our additional guest, my husband and I made sure to message the host to ask if she received our payment. The answer was yes, with no other details. Three days after our stay (today) I opened an email with a money request of $90 from the host, saying that we needed to pay another fee for our room usage not just our guest. This was never mentioned to us during the process of adding on our additional guest. After trying to discuss the matter with the host, since it was and is very confusing. She deiced to insult me via air b and b messenger. The Owner is not friendly and has very poor customer service skills. The house was very clean and in a very pretty location.

North Cove Cottages - Lake Dunmore, Vermont

North Cove Cottages

(9 reviews)

My partner and I are an interracial couple. We stayed in cabin 6 for 8 days with our kid and 2…read moredogs. 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.

the hardest thing to do in life is wake up early…read more 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.

Maynard House - THE DIRTY DIRTY PART OF THE BATHROOM, just gross hair & filth!! ENLARGE IT!!

Maynard House

(6 reviews)

I can NOT begin to tell you how FILTHY THE Maynard House was when my friend and I went there on…read moreJan. 27th. I have pictures. The excuse? They lost their housekeeper??? WHEN, TWO YESRS AGO. To THINK, they knew I was to return there after my surgery and TRUST ME, I could have died from getting an infection from the filth! They knew ahead of time all about my health issues, that I needed a walker and they stuck me and my dear friend in the filthy BASEMENT!!!! I was PROMISED WE WOULD BE ON THE FIRST FLOOR. A BASEMENT IS NOT THE FIRST FLOOR!! I kept jamming my foot on this plastic piece under the leg of the bed. When I asked the manager, Ann? She casually said "oh those are bed bug cups, & she added that's the way of the world!" ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? The heat did not work only partly, and if there had been a fire? I could not of gotten out! I do not believe their very steep stairs are even up to code!!!! AND I CANNOT CLIMB STAIRS!!!! IN front of each bedroom door? They built up wooden blocks so the door might keep a draft out??? IT LOOKED LIKE A THREE YESR OLD TRIED TO BUILD BLOCKS AND DADDY HELPED WITH THE NAILING OF THAT MESS!! YOU COULD NOT KEEP YOUR BELONGINGS SAFE BECAUSE THE DOORS DID NOT LOCK IF YOU LEFT!!!!!I have to continue to heal from my surgery, BUT I AM NOT DONE RINGING THE ALARM. I called the police to ask, were me and my friend in a homeless shelter?? A drug recovery house. We were both afraid to fall asleep. It was simply GROSS! They mislead people. I shall continue on calling and informing not only the correct officials, BUT the public needs to know, just STAY AWAY!! They promised an onsite emergency worker and all you see is a permanent resident roaming around yackkng and yacking to/at the guests. Feel free to email me at Rain2055@gmail.com if you have any questions or IF you have a similar story.Deb

Was ok, nice location, nice neighborhood, a Catholic Church next door, a library, a very expensive…read morerestaurant nearby and a pizza shop

The Woods Lodge - venues - Updated October 2026

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