The Quilt Room
Our most-requested room, dressed in three generations of hand-stitched quilts above a king featherbed. Bay window overlooking the apple orchard.
See detailsNestled on twelve rolling acres in the Smoky Mountain foothills, our family-run bed & breakfast has welcomed travelers with fresh-baked biscuits, hand-stitched quilts, and porch-side conversation for over three decades.
From a sunlit loft built for honeymoons to a ground-floor suite with a private garden entrance, every room is named for something we love about this place. Handmade quilts, clawfoot tubs, and windows that frame the same view Mawmaw painted in 1962.
Our most-requested room, dressed in three generations of hand-stitched quilts above a king featherbed. Bay window overlooking the apple orchard.
See detailsA two-story retreat with vaulted pine ceilings, a copper soaking tub, and a private balcony perfect for catching the sunrise over the holler.
See detailsStep through your own Dutch door into the herb garden. Wheelchair-accessible, dog-friendly, and just a short walk from the breakfast table.
See detailsWe're not a hotel. We're not a chain. We're a family kitchen with extra bedrooms, and we've been doing this since before "boutique" was a word anyone used.
Buttermilk biscuits, gravy, seasonal jams, and a hot entrée served family-style at one long table. We bake our own bread on Tuesdays and Fridays, and we mean it.
Walking trails through the orchard, a stocked pond, a firepit, and three porches with rockers older than most of our guests. Take your coffee anywhere.
Three generations of Waynes, plus a staff who'll remember your name, your coffee order, and the book you were reading on the porch.
No televisions in the rooms, no highway noise, no conference rooms. Just birdsong, the screen door, and the kind of quiet you'll remember for years.
A real country breakfast, set out family-style on the long oak table in the dining room. Help yourself to seconds. We always make extra.
We don't advertise much. Most of our guests come by way of a neighbor's recommendation, a sister-in-law's Facebook post, or a back issue of Southern Living.
We came for one night and stayed four. I read two books on the porch, ate my weight in biscuits, and cried a little when we left. Already planning the anniversary trip back.
My husband grew up two ridges over and hadn't been back in thirty years. The Waynes treated him like he'd never left. Mawmaw's peach preserves alone are worth the drive.
I run a small B&B in Vermont and was honestly taking notes. The breakfast service, the way the rooms are set up, the welcome basket with local honey — it's all so considered and warm.