Glamping It Up

DEBORAH CROMBIE: So twenty-five years ago today, my hubby and I got married in a VERY small ceremony--actually in the living room of the justice of the peace, who wore cut-off jeans under her robes. We have no formal wedding photos, because we took what we thought would be our "official" wedding photos with my camera, which later met with a misadventure (getting to that.) We had lunch at a local steak house, then set off for our honeymoon at an historic ranch B and B in the Texas Hill Country.

 
We loved Moses Hughes Ranch, and its owners, with whom we immediately became friends. But on that first day, enjoying the ranch's wonderful patio with its swarms of hummingbirds, we left my camera on the patio table. (This being 1994, when one didn't carry cell phones everywhere.) Of course, it poured that night. The few photos we have are from our best man's camera. 

We went back to Moses Hughes for our anniversary for a few years, until our friends closed it as a B and B, and then the anniversary trips sort of fell by the wayside.

But here we are, on the big occasion twenty-five years later, so what to do? Rick cares nothing about fancy hotels or restaurants, and he doesn't like to leave the dogs. So I started looking for somewhere we might get away for a couple of days, with pups, and this is what I found.

We are glamping!

In a tent--a very fancy tent, actually imported from Africa--on the middle of a working cattle ranch, on the Brazos River. AND they allow dogs!

Here's the living room--

The chairs overlooking the river--

And the wood-fired hot tub!

There is air conditioning and heating, although I don't think we'll need either, and a very glam shower.

Two days of nature and not much work--sounds like bliss!

So, REDs and readers, who's gone glamping, from a fancy tent to a real safari? And if not, would you want to?