Wine, champagne and water glasses-two of each-are on the same counter as a Keurig coffee maker. The cutest miniature refrigerator I have ever seen holds a supply of breakfast goodies, orange juice, and sodas. Holding onto the sanded smooth railing as I descend the steps back into the main room of the Treehouse, I stop at the tiny kitchen area adjacent to the dining space. A convenient closet tucked away in a corner containing hangers and a suitcase rack is a welcome addition. Again, windows on three sides filter the afternoon light. ![]() It is a space of modern comfort and old-world romance filled with gossamer fabrics and unique antique treasures. It is a symphony of textures, from light to heavy, beaded to smooth. ![]() All of it elegantly punctuated with French poppy red. I take the two steps up to my left and discover the loveliest most romantic bedroom ever. Every windowed-wall in this Treehouse sized great room allows the late afternoon light to filter through the tangle of tree branches that surround us. The room is filled with antiques, and flickering candles and sconces and books and light and air. Walking across the threshold I enter a land of enchantment. Old white pots filled with trialing pothos ivy and flowering blooms add a spark of color to the antique white on white of wood and iron.Ī weathered stone angel holding a heart in her hands, with another heart lying at her feet leads us to the wide sliding glass door entrance. It is perfect with the repurposed wooden exterior of the treehouse. Each day, each lunch has been delightful-no matter the season.īased on my knowledge of Laurel, her exquisite taste, her antique collections, and her magical talent at pulling it all together I can’t wait to walk into the treehouse towering above.Īt the top of the stairs, I spy my first antique of the day- a wonderful gnarly wrought iron bench, reimagined twigs and leaves intertwined, flaking white paint adding to its charm. We dine at Laurel’s reservation only Laurel Tree Restaurant in Utopia as often as we can make the two-and-a-half hour drive west. ![]() As we ascend, Laurel Waters-owner, chef, decorator, creative, brilliant, far-sighted entrepreneur, climbs up to greet us. Guided by the friendly property manager, barely a half hour later, traveling on back, back roads, we are across the river and climbing the steps to our new nest. Excited, I call uphill, “Michael that’s it! That’s our Treehouse!” Walking along the grassy bank I come face to face-almost-with the Chapelle, our intended home for the next two nights. Using my cell phone camera, I try to capture the river in its disparate moods. Heavy rains this month have made it the wettest one ever recorded in Utopia! Calmly placid only inches away, it rushes and tumbles and is deep where it is meant to be dry. However, the Sabinal apparently doesn’t realize our need to drive across its breadth in order to reach our aerie high in the arms of the ancient cypress trees on the opposite bank. This September day, the grass and trees are as green as spring. Too impatient to sit still, I walk down the road to the low water crossing. We make our way to the shaded picnic table and wait. ![]() There is a car on the opposite side of the river. Arriving a wee bit before check-in time at the Treehouse Utopia offices, we are not totally surprised to find no one home.
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