As we unpacked, I wandered around the tree house, breathing in the fresh cabin wood and checking out the amenities. These folks thought of everything! In the kitchenette, there’s a single cooktop burner, microwave, mini fridge, coffee maker, toaster oven, and even a set of stoneware dishes and silverware! (Of course, underneath the sink are cleaning supplies, so do your own dishes.) And don’t forget the mosaic-tiled kitchen table boasting a gift basket full of goodies – including snacks, water bottles, and pads for note-taking. I believe I’ll grab one of these Austin peanut butter cracker packs… nom nom nom.
Heart of Texas Magazine
Arbor House of Dripping Springs: A Hill Country Tree House Heaven
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About that zero bars thing, fear not! For there was ample satellite internet and Wi-Fi galore, complete with Roku, Amazon Prime, and Netflix on the big screen wall-mounted TV. I quickly hooked up my iPhone to the Wi-Fi so I could start posting about our trip on Facebook already. I mean, that’s the most important thing, after all.
Photo: Erin Baxter
While I’m browsing around, nibbling my cracker, my husband has unpacked our toiletries in the cozy botanical bathroom. You can tell that the owners were intentional in every square inch of this tree house, from the art adorning the walls to the choices of linens and décor. Probably my favorite thing about the bathroom was the built-in shower dispenser for shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. Who knew I didn’t even have to lug those clunky bottles with me!
Photo: Erin Baxter
After unpacking, we both took deep breaths and plopped on the edge of the king-size bed. Oops, I almost sat on something shiny… what’s this? I held up a gold coin in the light and grinned. These were the Belgian chocolate coins I’d heard about as a welcome! Again… nom nom nom. Wowza. I could get used to this kind of royal tree house treatment.
After the sun went down, we descended the stairs and explored underneath the tree house canopy. It got pretty dark out there… evidently Dripping Springs takes its light pollution seriously. There was a bit of light from the next-door tree house’s porch light, so we could see to walk underneath. And there she was. A beautiful wooden porch swing. Just like Grandma used to have. I could sit and swing on that porch swing for hours and hours. I grabbed Mitchell’s hand and skipped over to the porch swing like a giddy teenager. It’s a nice place for kissing, in case you were wondering. And for discussing all of life’s trivialities and big problems and even bigger solutions. We could conquer the world from that swing.
