Cabin Fever

While everyone else hits the same old bluebonnet trails, I'll go wild at a secluded, just-rustic-enough equestrian lodge near Bandera.
Cabin Fever
Great Indoors: Wood in the fireplace, breakfast goodies in the kitchen—and a porch with a view.
Photograph by Les Hall

We’re going to a cabin in Bandera,” I announced. “Uh-oh,” said Richard. My husband’s lack of enthusiasm was understandable. “Cabin” is as abused in the hospitality trade as “cottage” is in real estate. We’ve stayed in windowless storage sheds, unheated shacks with box springs for mattresses, and noisy fourplexes, all masquerading in print as cabins. But the constant traveler is nothing if not blindly optimistic, so I set out with hope in my heart. Richard, however, remained doubtful.

The last time I was in Bandera was a couple of years ago, when I was researching an article on dude ranches. Now, dude ranches have their fans—midsized children, for example—but except for a select few, they generally violate the Truth in Brochure rule with abandon. If it’s run-down and uncomfortable, it’s “rustic.” If it has two cows on fifty acres, it’s a “workin’ ranch.” If it serves up vats of cheap patty sausage, canned peaches, and runny scrambled eggs, it’s giving you a “cowboy breakfast.” But I love the land around Bandera, with its dramatic hills and cypress-lined waterways, so I picked this piece of the Hill Country for my springtime escape. Let the rest of Texas strike out for more-bluebonnet-saturated destinations like Brenham and Llano, where they can watch women, babies, and dogs frolic in the roadside flowers as shutters click; I prefer my wildflowers less peopled.

So we set out for the Hill Country Equestrian Lodge, a 275-acre ranch ten minutes outside Bandera. Our little house, the Lovett cabin, came with the requisite front-porch-with-a-view and stand-alone seclusion this pretend pioneer craves—and the central air and heat, spotless baths, and comfy bed this tenderfoot shamelessly requires. There was wood in the fireplace and the appliance-filled kitchen was stocked with breakfast goodies like bacon, eggs, cereal, fruit, and coffee. The decor was simple: natural pine furniture, quilts, little piles of fossils from the ranch on the mantel, and a refreshing absence of those demanding signs that are often plastered on cabin walls and make me feel as if I’m in juvenile detention: “Don’t Leave the Fire Unattended!” “Don’t Flush Stuffed Animals Down the Toilet!” “All Dishes Must Be Washed and Replaced Precisely in the Cabinet or You’ll Spend a Day in the Hole!” The ranch itself was also delightfully free of gift shops, arcade games, Olympic pools, tennis courts, and vapor lights.

The Lovett cabin is tucked into a grove of ancient live oaks within shouting distance of two other cabins, whose presence was oddly reassuring rather than intrusive—especially since they remained vacant during our visit. (I do think that sharing one of the lodge’s two duplex cabins with strangers, rather than friends or family, would be intrusive.) “I wanted the cabins to feel private but still relate to each other, like a little village,” says Dianne Tobin, who owns the lodge with her partner, Peter Lovett. Although the cedar cabins are just over a year old, their historic-atmosphere quotient is high, thanks to their limestone chimneys and high-pitched metal roofs, their underground utilities, and the nearby hundred-year-old ranch house that Tobin and Lovett call home. For Tobin, a Bandera native who returned after eight years of exile in Dallas,


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