Less than 2 weeks ago I was mindlessly paging through the interweb one morning when a winter storm warning for western NC popped up. At once my hands began to shake, scalding coffee splashed onto my lap and shrieking like a little girl, I bolted down the hallway to share the news with my wife. We live near the Outer Banks where heavy snows are hard to come by. To us, getting the storm report was akin to tossing a hambone to a famished dawg.
Time was of the essence, the warning was to take effect the next day. A full blown quest for suitable accommodations ensued. Sadly, search efforts mostly returned cramped motel rooms and condos attached to unconscionable fees. Like-minded people had beat us to the choicest properties, or so we thought. Surrendering to all the nerdy meticulous planners out there, we regrouped and were thisclose to pulling the trigger on a motel reservation when Cranberry Cottage came into view.
About a guy’s perspective: In the reviews you’ll find comments like Cute, Very Cute, Adorable, Sweet, Lovely, Delightful. All spot on, but those descriptors typically don’t appeal to me. I was just before moving on to the next listing when my wife said “Hey Knucklehead, get over yourself.” Well, I did, I got over myself and mere hours later was rewarded with 11-12 inches of soul-soothing, rejuvenating, magical, gently and steadily falling snow, watching it through large multiple windows in a house with a full kitchen, ample living space and a private fenced yard where our pup could pee unsupervised, just like at home.
Much more to say but this is all the writing space allotted by VRBO. At this point I’ll close with some solid advice: Read all the reviews, ignore anything even remotely negative, skip to the bottom of the page and click Book Now. In retrospect, with all sincerity, the only thing I’d change about this property would be the owners’ names on the deed, from theirs to ours. Enjoy.