When we arrived, the welcome mat looked perfect—for about 30 years ago. We entered the dark foyer, grateful for our headlamps. Cobwebs hung gracefully from the light fixtures. My son-in-law’s pillow appeared washed, though it looked like it had recently worked as a mechanic’s oil-change rag. The trim around the front door was missing, perhaps in preparation for more insulation if needed. The deadbolt was secured with gray duct tape; brown might have been more elegant. The broken picture window was held together with clear shipping tape. Very reassuring. We also met the resident mouse under the dishwasher. He was shy, polite, and probably the cleanest occupant. The washing machine broke. My incredible wife fixed it in 20 minutes. The second time, it locked our clothes inside. Three moms, myself, and 20 minutes of Google research eventually freed them. The walls badly needed paint. We contacted VRBO and the host. To his credit, he offered a nicer property, but our family was settled and spending nearly all our time in Yellowstone, so we stayed. He did let us use the laundry there. We minimized our time at the house and maximized our time in the park. Eventually, even Yellowstone’s geyser smells became refreshing. If you want duct-tape construction, surprise wildlife, vintage décor, and a washing-machine escape room, this may be your place. Otherwise, look elsewhere.