Karen and her husband were always around. That was creepy. Also, they told us we had to keep the…read moreair conditioning at 74 or above. The fridge went out and it took them 24 hrs to respond. They didn't take any rent off. They complained about trash bags on the deck, but there was no where else to put it and with 8 people staying in the house there was more than one bag of garbage. The worst was that we didn't know the resort was under new ownership, having booked the yr before. So, as always we brought our well trained standard poodle who was trained as a service dog. Karen said the dog had to go even though we explained that we've been bringing her for 15 yrs, didn't know the ownership had changed, was trained as a service dog, ( she said I had to show her registration, there isn't any) and since she's a poodle she is hyper allergic and doesn't shed.). So, my husband left and took her back home, leaving me without a car for a week and returned early the morning of our departure to take me back. Karen claimed that we tried to sneak a dog in against the rules. That was not the case and as I said, my husband took our dog home and stayed with her, spending his vacation, at home with a dog. Karen saw our car was gone but she still kept making excuses to come into the house to "catch us with the dog". Rude. And she yelled at my niece for sitting on the furniture in her " wet bathing suit". It wasn't wet, but who cares. She's renting the place out, she should expect that someone may sit on furniture in a wet bathing suit. She also claimed that we left the place a mess. We vacuumed, washed the floors, dusted, cleaned all the counters and appliances. Washed all the dishes. We scrubbed the bathrooms including the toilets. What we missed was a quarter size splash of spaghetti sauce on the bottom of one cabinet door. That was the mess.
When we went out to eat at various places, when we told them where we were staying, the servers all asked, how we could stand Karen? They said she was awful and intrusive. She and her husband were always there on the property, lurking. We caught her on the deck, looking in the windows, so we had to keep the blinds down and closed. We had one of the kids sit on the deck, to warn us of her coming. And we were not doing anything, just staying there for a week, and she made the week miserable. Also, when we complained that there was no where to sit around the fire pit, because one family who rented a two person cabin had 20 people over daily, ( we counted) she said they were entitled to have their friends over. My 84 yr old mom, finally found a chair. She sat down and fell through it when it broke. Karen blamed my mom for breaking her chair. I feel that when a rental place claims to have a facilities, they should be available for all renters to use, nor just one and their 20 guests. Karen should have charged those 20 guests. My grandparents were both born to large families in Hubbard Lake. They are all buried in the local cemeteries. My mom who is now almost 90 spent all her summers at the lake, as did my aunts, uncles, cousins and my sisters and me. My grandparents had a cottage and we all stayed there until it was sold when they died. We share a rich history at Hubbard lake. There's Rayburn beach, my mom's maiden name dedicated to all the Rayburn's who are a part of Hubbards lake history. Btw, my grandparents lived at the end of Larson rd, named after her father, who built the stone bar, on land owned by my grandpa. I'm telling all of this so everyone will understand that Hubbard Lake is an important part of my heritage. Reconnecting every summer with my family at the lake was important to us. We would do this at the Sands. It was close to 4 corners and Larson rd and now Rayburn beach. Our old stomping ground. It was big enough for us to rent the big house and several cabins if needed. The former owners were welcoming and left us alone to enjoy ourselves. Karen and her husband destroyed all this when they bought the sands. We can't find a property big enough on the north shore, so we no longer go to Hubbard Lake in the summer, and I miss it. So does my mom,
