The gardens are lovely, and the place looks cute. When I first walked in to Room #6, it felt like I'd gone to visit Mamaw: the room is original to the early years of tourism and has the feel of an old house. In keeping with that old-timey theme, there are no electrical outlets except in the kitchen (I blew my hair dry in the kitchen!) and I couldn't use my c-Pap machine for sleeping. The bed is bad and the pillows are horrible. The bathroom is teensy-tiny; I'm a biggish woman, and I had to be careful not to damage my hip on the corner of the vanity sitting down to pee. The shower is large but had an odd memory foam kind of mat that seemed creepy to me. It's an oddly utilized space best suited for skinny men, seems to me.
I wanted to like this motel, but I couldn't wait to leave. I count it as an experience I don't have to repeat.