Missing that old run-down frat house furniture? Looking for an overpriced campsite? Book this cabin if you enjoy the smell of mold and stale cigarettes.The place sat closed up with the window AC units off, so nothing had moved that air. Running them a few hours before check-in is the least a host could do. Good luck documenting it for a refund: the mold is behind a locked basement door, and odors don't show up in photos.For 250 a night you get a cliff to pitch a tent on. I'd recommend that over the interior. The living room is a stained couch and a stained recliner, both holding whatever soaked in years ago. The interior window sills are lined with dead bugs.The grounds are wilderness: scrap metal, broken tractors, rusted animal pens, piles of trash. Every hoarder amenity is stowed under the porch collecting rainwater and breeding mosquitoes. Five minutes out there and you'll look like you caught a rash.The driveway is a challenge with all-wheel drive on a dry day, and leaving means pulling blind into traffic.The only other real review here is also one star. The rest of the praise lives in a homemade guestbook where the handwriting and phrasing look awfully familiar, overlapping itineraries and all.The host keeps every dollar even when you tell her on arrival you won't be sleeping there. It books maybe every other month, so no one else was paying for those nights. When a guest doesn't feel comfortable, I'd hope a host would offer at least a partial refund.