Travelling with my daughter and two grandchildren, we desperately needed a bathroom break. Turning onto HWY 49 we came upon this delightful bakery, Brownies. I left my daughter and grandson in charge of getting the bakery goods and I trouped upstairs with my granddaughter. That's when I realized we were in a hostel. I've read the reviews about the hostel and can confirm the extremely thin walls and the escape route in the back, or through your window as stated on the page taped to the bathroom door. Rustic charm that's for sure. But, the Huckleberry Paw was to die for and the Huckleberry Cheesecake was fabulous! A bit pricey, but hey, you're out in the middle of the Mountains, what do you expect. Definitely would go back, but not sure I'd stay there.