In the 1850’S, a band of German settlers came upon a particularly lovely stretch along Cypress Creek in the Hill Country and decided to throw down stakes. They called the place Camp Comfort in homage to the state of physical ease that we still spend our lives, and certainly our vacation savings, in pursuit of. A similar enchantment came over me as I surveyed the same stretch of creek from the porch of my tin-roofed cabin at the new Camp Comfort, a very truthfully named B&B. What was once the town’s first social club, complete with a bowling alley, has been transformed into a rustic retreat where the summer-camp adventures of youth get a second wind.
In between the banana-yellow vintage Ford out front and the tire swing near the creek out back, a mini-compound rings a gravel courtyard. There’s a row of four rooms, two stand-alone cabins, a vine-covered pergola shading picnic tables and grills, and a stage. And then there’s the communal Social Hall, which dates to 1870, where breakfast is served and board games and homemade cookies are available for the taking. I sank into an Adirondack chair by a crackling fire pit, set my glass of wine on the tree-stump side table, and got to jotting down all the thoughtful particulars worth writing home about: the $5 s’mores-making kits (proceeds go to the local library), the porch chairs draped with plaid Pendleton blankets, the air-jet tubs, the Tivoli radios, the morning muffins and jams. Twirling the pencil I’d lifted from my cabin, I noticed its inscription—“Want better, not more”—and knew I’d found a place that embodied that sentiment exactly. Opened January 2014; 4 rooms, 2 cabins; starting at $205; camp-comfort.com