I stayed at TradeWinds 30 years ago and have such fond memories of that visit—it’s where I met my soon-to-be in-laws. Unfortunately, returning this time felt like stepping into a sad shadow of what used to be a vibrant, welcoming resort.
The room we were given had a lingering, unpleasant smell—like old dates or something sour left to sit. The patio door wouldn’t open, so we couldn’t even enjoy the fresh air or step outside. The bathroom ceiling was so low I felt claustrophobic, and the fridge didn’t work at all. Sleeping was a challenge with hard beds, flat cheap pillows, and itchy sheets.
Services were minimal, and the beach chairs are no longer the plush blue-cushioned ones from the past—just flimsy, uncomfortable plastic. The lobby was bare and lifeless, almost like a funeral home. To top it off, 70s love ballads played on a loop, adding to the odd, depressing atmosphere.
The paddle boats were coated in green scum, the Pepsi was flat every time, and the breakfast was cold. The hot tubs were tiny and uninviting, and the public restrooms were dirty and poorly maintained.
I came hoping to relive a beautiful memory, but what I found was a tired, neglected resort that’s lost all the charm it once had. I won’t be coming back. TradeWinds is sadly no longer what it used to be.