One of the things that’s difficult about planning a destination wedding is making arrangements site unseen. We’re lucky—we live within an easy, less-than-three-hour drive of Howe Caverns, so we’d planned a three-day trip for mid-March to finalize wedding plans with Howe, cake-taste, meet the pastor—and, since I’m writing an original ghost story set on the property as part of the wedding favor, get inspired.
While what makes Howe so special is its dedicated, friendly staff, its uniqueness, its sense of adventure, and its charm, what also makes it special is its isolation. The Howe Caverns Motel, a 21-room one-story garden-style building (which our entire wedding party has reserved for that weekend…wow, I can only imagine…) with incredible views and rooms that feel cleaner than the ones in Walt Disney World (I am not kidding), is open during the off-season, but we knew it was going to be practically deserted during our stay.
Imagine my thrill when we checked in and it felt like there wasn’t a soul around for at least a mile (even though we know there’s a groundskeeper somewhere on the property who’s always on duty and can be reached by an emergency phone hanging outside the lobby). There were no other guests. Ours was the only car in the lot.
We joked around about being in an abandoned building. Then we joked around about moving shadows outside our window. Then we joked around about the ghost of an ax-murderer or child who’d died from falling down a hole wandering the grounds at night All invented by us, of course. But we managed to spook ourselves, which was exactly what we wanted to do.
Below, a slideshow of our first night, and a video—join us as we wend our way up the pitch-black driveway to the empty Howe Caverns Motel, our imaginations running wild with darkly romantic fantasies.
What a way to kick off our trip!