After quite a bit of searching I found a Bed and Breakfast that sounded like it was exactly what both Scott and I were looking for (woodsy, in a cute little town, as near to the park as possible, running water and electricity). We'd never stayed at a B&B, so we weren't exactly sure what to expect, other than we'd have a bed and breakfast… Obviously.
When we arrived to The Cub Inn, nestled in the trees on the mountain, we were immediately in awe.
After our hellos, and a bit of chit chatting, I just had to attempt and capture the house and all its glory.
Don't you just want to browse the collection, grab something that perks your interest, and melt into one of those leather couches with the fireplace going? Gah! Heaven.
Our room, named Carla's Room, was adorable.
Quaint, cozy, and exactly where I would want to collapse after hiking all day.
Breakfasts each morning were so, so good. Joe's delicious and hearty dishes ensured we had full bellies before heading out and tackling Yosemite.
The Cub Inn gathered each morning, together. We chatted about what we'd done the day before and our plans for the day that lie ahead of us. Those breakfasts were so intimate, and something unlike any I'd ever experienced other traditional hotels/resorts.
Each morning as we packed up and left for the day, we were not only ushered out by Joe and Char, but by the resident deer as well.