I stayed with my three grandkids and we had a fantastic experience, making exactly the kind of memories you always hope for.
Allison and her beautiful family were kind, friendly and gracious hosts. It so happened, that evening Allison and her father where returning home with three, young, unbroken horses that needed to be unloaded and coaxed into their new home.
I can’t decide which was more fun to watch. These two people with an obvious connection with horses, or all the children (theirs and mine) sitting in a group in the barn watching every move.
My gkids connected with a piece of Americana few people experience anymore. The kids all played “feather duster” tag in the moonlight, herded kittens (4 or 5 of them) to their hearts content and got up close and personal with the horses.
I connected with Allison’s father, a kind and interesting man and we spent a couple of hours talking one on one.
If solitude and isolation is your preference, the area a quarter mile beyond the gravel drive to the barn is the paradise you’ve been looking.
However I can’t imagine taking a motor coach down that hill and certainly not if there is rain in the forecast or recent past. But if you’re tent camping, got a class B or a small class C, get out and walk the hill first, then drive down the dirt road to the private campground of your dreams.
I highly recommend and will return.