Bed and Breakfast Inn in Saluda North Carolina
The Oaks Victorian Inn

This Historic Victorian Inn

Located in one of the oldest established villages in Western North Carolina, stands a landmark work of art—a testament to the architecture and craftsmanship of the 1800’s…  More history

Parlor at the Oaks Inn

Relax and Explore

Sit a while on our veranda and garden terrace, or unwind by a cozy fire.  Create mountain memories to last a lifetime.  Decompress from ‘life in the fast lane’. . . you have found a place to relax and reconnect.  More to explore

Bedroom

Enjoy

The entire experience of staying at this Vanderbilt era mansion (1895) is a feast for the senses: every antique appointed room plush and spotless and every breakfast an event! This is the best B&B experience you will ever have!

The Oaks Bed and Breakfast can comfortably accommodate two, three and four guests with our spacious Queen Rooms, Turret Room and Carriage House Suite.  Call or ‘click’ to reserve the accommodation of your choice!

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Special Events

The Oaks Bed and Breakfast is the perfect place to make mountain memories, for you and your guests.

  • Wedding Showers
  • Marriage Ceremonies
  • Receptions
  • Family Reunions
  • Girlfriend Getaways

See more info for hosting your special event!

Wedding Couple
Family Reunion
Birthday Cake

Saluda, North Carolina

Since the early 1800s, coastal resident traveled to the Blue Ridge Mountains to find respite from the oppressive heat and the threat of malaria.

Today, Saluda appears as it did when locomotives negotiated the “steepest standard-gauge railroad grade in the United States”.   Main Street remains home to the public library, the police department, City Hall and the post office.  Saluda exists like a movie set at 2,300 feet.

Saluda North Carolina

Discover Western North Carolina!

The Oaks Bed and Breakfast is an easy drive to all area attractions and historic sites: the Biltmore Estate, Asheville, The Blue Ridge Parkway, The Carl Sandburg House, The Flat Rock Playhouse, Chimney Rock, Lake Lure and the Pisgah National Forest, The DuPont State Forest, The Green River Gorge, hiking, biking, waterfalls, kayaking and golf.

Biltmore House
Water fall
Flat Rock Playhouse

“Can’t see the forest for the trees”

The idiom says, “Can’t see the forest for the trees”. The winter months are our quiet time here at The Oaks Bed and Breakfast – a time for us to polish and prepare the inn for our summer guests.  It also gives us the opportunity to travel.  And while it was time well-spent, to return home reminds us of the genuine beauty, culture and lifestyle that we enjoy here in the mountains.  It’s “your time” to discover – or rediscover – this unique and beautiful place. The spring mornings have awakened the plants and trees, while painting the hills and valleys with colorful foliage.  The friendly smiles of the town folk welcome you to a place like no other.  The only traffic light in town is a flashing yellow at the school crosswalk.  Zero pollution and our mountain-top advantage promise night skies lit by only stars, the serenade of the Spring Peepers off in the woods and the perfume of lilac wafting through your window. Local music and art kick-off the first organized celebration of the season, with the Saluda Art Festival, May 16th.  No need to worry about parking or finding a seat in a restaurant.  Simply book your comfortable and spacious accommodations at The Oaks Bed and Breakfast and enjoy a relaxing stroll to Main Street, a sumptuous gourmet breakfast and the hospitality that The Oaks Bed and Breakfast is famous... read more

Geraniums and Wind Chimes

Beneath the shade of the old oak tree sits a friendly home, built during a time when ladies walked to Main Street with parasols in hand and gentlemen dressed for dinner.  Guests are welcomed, with a cool drink, while their bags were carried to their accommodations. The windows opened broadly to invite in the sunshine and comfortable mountain breezes and for those who wish to immerse themselves in the total experience, the Garden Terrace, Veranda and back deck are waiting. Wind chimes serenade as geraniums cast their perfume to the afternoon sky.  You gaze upon this ancient oak with its dark craggy bark and the ivy that grows upon it and ask, “How shall I spend this beautiful day?”  Shopping on Main Street; perhaps an early dinner and a night at the Flat Rock Playhouse?  Maybe a simple hike to a local waterfall to photograph wildflowers in their natural glory. Or should I just sit here with you mighty oak, place my book to the side, and have you speak to me of summers past. How you decide to spend your time at The Oaks Bed and Breakfast is completely up to you.  And that’s the way it should be – don’t you think?  One thing is for certain, your time will belong to you and your breakfasts will be monumental!  Make some history of your own by calling The Oaks Bed and Breakfast today!  Friend us on Facebook!      ... read more

The Oaks… Where Breakfast is an Event

We’re up before dawn and already the house is filled with the inviting aroma of fresh brewed coffee and savory apple wood cured bacon.  Much of our preparations is done the night before — forming crusts into quiche, marinating thick slices of challah bread and peeling apples. Breakfast at our table is a celebration!  The perfect way to welcome a new day in the mountains with all its promise of beauty and adventure.  Robust coffee, lively conversation, a radiant fire and a sumptuous gourmet breakfast is served to a dining room filled with laughter and happy people.  Does anybody remember laughter? Sunday morning was always special as a kid growing up in our house.  Having worked long hours at GM, my Dad would round-up us kids and hustle us into the kitchen, leaving Mom to sleep-in — something she rarely did.  There we would participate in an event called breakfast! Dad would delegate the responsibilities; with my youngest brother, Brian, in charge of ‘toast’, my next youngest brother, Alan, was the ‘chopper’ and, as the eldest, I would work the stove.  Sister, Lori, would make sure that every place setting had the requisite number of utensils.  Like a scene from the Wizard of Oz, bread was buttered, potatoes got diced and eggs and sausages were cooked in the pan. Alternately, some Sundays would be oat meal and others pancakes.  Occasional cut finger or burned hand, but what we had in abundance was a kitchen filled with laughter.  My Mom would rise and would wonder what had happened to her kitchen. Before the clean-up commenced, we would come together as... read more