Stockfarm Inn

Our stay at the Stock Farm Inn began with high hopes. We had stopped for a coffee on a previous drive through Hopland, felt a good vibe, and decided to return for a stay, visit the wineries, test the restaurants. Bad choice. CHECKING IN Our stay began with a game of Hide-and Seek with the elusive staff. There were posted signs with buried hints on how to find them. It took several attempts to catch one and, when we did, we won the keys to the room. I am 72 years old, my wife 66. All the suites are upstairs. There are no elevators. (There was an elevator cloaked behind a yellow curtain tagged out-of-order) . Hate when that happens It took 23 steps to reach the summit with our bags in tow.Winded and exhausted on my third and final trip to the top of the stairs a voice rang out, “Do you need any help?” This should have been anticipated by the staff early…no cigar. This place is out if you are 65+ and value your life (or own a portable heart defibrillator). Olympians and marathon runners only! SUITE We booked The Lawson Room (Room 200). Our first impression was very good. A large room, spacious, high ceilings…..then all hell broke loose. The TV did not respond to the remote. After another game of Hide-and-Seek I found an employee (Caleb?) in the kitchen. Great kid, way too many responsibilities. The TV would only work if you unplugged it from the back and reset the darn thing. It was the only way you could get the TV to talk to the cable box. Caleb did not understand why but …”that’s just the way it is.” The bathroom was hellish. Before even starting our adventure we discovered pee stains in front of the toilet (not mine!). After a few minutes of running the water BOTH bathroom sinks backed up. There was a constant drip in the shower due to a bad seal of some kind. We had to place a wash rag over the shower drain to muffle the dripping noise. We could not find an on/off switch/button to operate the spa tub. We just passed up the option. I had enough of playing Hide-and-Seek for one day. Needed to save my strength for the next day. After tucking ourselves into bed the first night my wife said, “Look at that.” “Look at what?” She was pointing to a cobweb that not only covered the entire dome of side table lamp but the web attached itself all the way up to the 10-12 foot ceiling. “What size spider built that thing?” There was no second night.