Zero boring allowed.
Your Fun Uncle called. He's lending you the house. The one where nobody checks the time, kids disappear into the game room for hours, and someone always ends up at the fire pit saying five more minutes.
The Hill House has four living spaces, five bedrooms, two decks, a fire pit, five acres of wooded hilltop, and a 1,200 sq ft game room that is technically a garage but has completely forgotten that. There is always somewhere to be and always somewhere to escape to. The group can be together without being on top of each other. That is harder to find than it sounds.
Warm, a little weird, and completely intentional. If that sounds like your kind of place, welcome home.
The heart of the house and where the trip actually happens. A soaring wood-planked ceiling with skylights runs the length of the open-concept living room, kitchen, and dining area. Two full sofas, original art, two octagon windows. This is where the adult kids cook dinner while grandparents are in the sunroom and the grandkids are somewhere in the basement, voices carrying up through the floor, everyone accounted for, nobody in anyone's way.
Someone always finds this room and decides it belongs to them. Floor-to-ceiling windows on two sides, cedar-paneled walls, hanging plants, a live-edge dining table, rattan lounge chairs, a papasan that gets claimed within the first hour, and a chess table in the corner. Morning coffee here becomes the ritual by day two. Evening wine was always the plan.
Not a pool table in a corner. Not a dart board on a wall. A 1,200 sq ft garage finished with turf flooring and loaded for people who take fun seriously: skee-ball, ping pong table, air hockey table, foosball table, basketball shootout arcade, cornhole, and a giant Tetris installation that makes absolutely no apologies for existing. Thirty minutes in, someone has drawn up a tournament bracket and the evening is no longer what anyone planned. Rain, shine, or apres-ski, nobody is bored.
Bar seating for three, full electric range with hood vent, subway tile backsplash, stainless appliances, open shelving. The kitchen island is command central. Fully stocked and built for a group that actually wants to cook. Full water treatment system plus a reverse osmosis tap at the sink. Clean, clear, actually good.
Seats all ten at the same time. Because someone always gets left at the kids' table and that someone is usually an adult and it is not happening here.
The covered front deck is where the trip exhales. String lights overhead, a gas fire table at the center, lounge chairs and a chaise for people who have nowhere to be. This is where the group ends up after dinner and where nobody actually wants to go inside.
The back deck is for the mornings and the meals. A full outdoor dining table set for ten, backed by a wooded hillside with an exposed shale rock ledge rising behind it. The fire pit is where the night goes. Ten black Adirondack chairs, one for each of you because it was intentional, set against the shale rock face with five acres of woods surrounding it. No road noise. No neighbors. Just the fire, the dark, and whoever is still out there at midnight saying five more minutes.
Gerald the moose lives on the wall in here. He takes everything in, judges nothing, approves of everything. Cedar walls, electric fireplace, and a floor-to-ceiling board game wall stocked with Clue, Pictionary, Finger Lakes-opoly, Scattergories, Monopoly, UNO, Dominoes, TriBond, Bop It, and more. This is where the rainy afternoon goes. Where the teenagers who said they were going to bed are still sitting two hours later.
Cedar-paneled walls, a leather sofa, vintage cane chairs, a TV, and a green velvet bench from a Knights of Columbus hall. This is where the teenagers set up immediately. The door at the end connects directly to the game room, which means by the time anyone has put their bags down, someone has already picked up a paddle.
King bed, main level. Private ensuite bath and a private balcony overlooking the lake. The grandparents' room, if this is that kind of trip. They've earned it. If this is a group of friends, may the best bracket win.
Private ensuite to the king suite. Cedar walls, walk-in shower. Both bathrooms in this house have personality. The photos will explain.
King bed, upper level. Lake views and a cozy sitting area that makes it genuinely hard to leave in the morning. A very gracious second place finish.
Queen bed, upper level. Crib available for the little ones who have no idea how good they have it.
Queen bed, main level. Cedar walls, an iron bed frame, and a Bicentennial Chief Justice Windsor Armchair once described simply as the fat man chair. It is large. It is beautiful. It is exactly right for this house.
Queen bed, main level. Home to Ben Franklin, a hand-carved wooden chair of deeply uncertain origin who plays cello and asks nothing of anyone. Guests photograph him. We don't ask why.
Cedar-lined walls. Shared by bedrooms 2 through 5. Both bathrooms in this house have personality. This is one of them.
Private hilltop gravel road off Bopple Hill Road in Naples, NY. 4WD or AWD recommended in winter. The approach sets the tone before you even get inside.
"We had an absolutely wonderful stay and would highly recommend this Airbnb. Jake was extremely accessible, responsive, and helpful throughout the entire process. He went above and beyond to make sure we were comfortable and had everything we needed. Traveling with kids can sometimes be challenging, and we especially appreciated Jake's flexibility in allowing us a late checkout. The home was exactly as described and pictured, clean, comfortable, and very relaxing. Jake also provided fantastic recommendations for nearby restaurants and activities. A fantastic host and a great experience. We would definitely stay here again."
No OTA markup. No service fees. What you see here is exactly what we charge.
Big group? Special occasion? We're right here. Early check-in, late checkout, custom arrangements, just ask.
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Up to 6 guests. Private beach and dock on Waneta Lake, Finnish sauna, yoga studio, three bedrooms. Three minutes to Weis Vineyards. The kind of place you stop planning and just stay.
