The Guest House at Houndslake

Address: 897 Houndslake Drive, Aiken, South Carolina, 29803, United States | Hotel
 
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This hotel, located on 897 Houndslake Drive, Aiken, is near Hopelands Gardens, Aiken County Historical Museum, and Aiken Golf Club.
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      TravelPod Member ReviewsThe Guest House at Houndslake Aiken

      Reviewed by lpsox144

      Right on spot!

      Reviewed May 22, 2014
      by (1 review) , United States Flag of United States

      First class all the way! Great views, great food, and wonderful staff. Combine this with an immaculate golf course and you are sure to visit again! A five star inn with warmth and class. Check it out!

      This review is the subjective opinion of a TravelPod member and not of TravelPod.com.

      TripAdvisor Reviews The Guest House at Houndslake Aiken

      5.00 of 5 stars Outstanding
       

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