Starlight Haven Hot Springs

Really liked the place. Gave us plenty of towels that were big and soft. Very relaxing atmosphere the moment we set foot in tent. Thought I had booked igloo but I must have been confused. Still really nice unique place to stay. Nice to hear nature through the tent walls. Clean. Liked the private hot tub. Booked it for a birthday. Would definitely go back. The only negatives - the air conditioner light is very bright when trying to sleep and the bed was not very comfortable.

This place gets a 10/10 from me first time visiting hot springs and will be back the treehouse looks amazing on the inside and the hot ub on the balcony was Ana amazing touch I would suggest everyone give this place a try it’s ducked away in the mountains but only 20 mins from downtown and bath house row if your looking for the quite getaway this is your place

The place is amazing and we would love to stay there again but don’t leave anything behind. We stayed in the luxury suite and it was spacious, clean, relaxing and quiet. The hot tub was a huge bonus and we enjoyed that after long day of walking. The reason why this is so low is I left my wristlet full of all my personal items and I contacted the office they said they found it and would mail it out if I paid shipping (which was no problem and I expected that) she said she would mail it out next week which I found odd since it was found on a Wednesday. Over two weeks later and multiple times of contacting them I have not received my wristlet which had my credit cards, license, and giftcards and inhaler for my asthma.

My only complaint is neighboring property started yard work with machine, saws and mowers at 6:15AM.

Lovers the setting in the woods, so peaceful, the hot tub was great, nice activities at the club house, hiked the trail, loved our little home away from home

Red Salmon, Squirrel Nests, and the Electric Fire I arrived at Starlight Haven in early April, when the sun still remembered winter, but the air was flirting with summer. High 70s by day, low 50s at night—the kind of weather that makes you believe in America again. You know, the real kind, the “kick off your boots, spark the grill, and roast your demons in a 104-degree spa” kind. The Whippoorwill cabin. A name that stumbles off the tongue like birdsong in a whiskey dream. It’s tiny-home living, but make it luxury. The moment I stepped in, I saw more than curated, mondern, Southern comfort with a tang of rustic. I saw a feeling. There’s a Daikin unit on the wall, complex enough to launch a satellite but tuned to give you full climate dominion. Paired with the electric fireplace, it made the cabin a temple of personalized temperature. The flooring, the dual-head glass shower, the garbage disposal tucked into the sink drain like a hidden treasure of domestic ease—these weren’t accidents. Someone cared. Someone said, “What if luxury came with squirrels and no front desk?” Starlight Haven runs on digital silence. I booked, paid, checked in, and parked my car without a soul in sight. But when I needed help, I dialed the number in the welcome book. Liz: calm, grounded. Real. A reliable comfort for someone too loose for details. I watched an old noir while searing red salmon on the gas grill outside,-I have a lust for red salmon-