I wasn’t quite prepared for the scenery that awaited when I awoke that first morning at Chinati Hot Springs. We’d arrived late at night and all we’d seen was the interior of our adobe cabin, with its private patio and two-person soaking tub and outdoor fire pit—that and a sky so unpolluted by light the stars seemed to touch the horizon. What I didn’t expect to see that Sunday morning: green grass, a grove of cottonwood trees likely older than living memory, and a running creek. Wasn’t this the Chihuahuan Desert?
Read more of my Big Bend Ranch travelogue in the May issue of Houstonia Magazine.