Some teams stop at legendary Luckenbach on the way in. You can see its rooftops from the property. Others pull straight through the gates off 1376, minutes from Main Street Fredericksburg. The creek winds alongside the drive as you enter.
Whatever you were carrying into this retreat starts to get lighter. The Hill Country doesn’t wait for you to settle in; it starts working on you immediately.
Our staff walks everyone through. The Ranch House is home base: four bedrooms bedrooms, four baths. Twelve luxury tent suites fan out across the two ridges, each heated and cooled with Hill Country views and a private bath.
The heated resort pool sits between the ridges with a community fire pit alongside it.
No other groups. No shared spaces with strangers. Just your team and 25 acres of Hill Country.
Adirondack chairs face the hills. Hammocks strung between the oaks. Yard games out on the lawn. A family of axis deer makes the property part of their daily pattern. So does a family of whitetail.
Nobody’s scheduled for anything except dinner and drinks at the top of the hill. Take a slow walk, find a chair, or just stand in the middle of it and breathe. For the first time in a while, that’s enough.
The lawn fills up for cocktail hour with a local singer/songwriter of your choice. The sun goes down over the Hill Country.
Then dinner, where everything is prepared by your in-house chef, Randy Polansky, who’s had the smoker going since this morning. After dinner, the property is yours: yard games on the lawn, s’mores at the fire pit, cornhole, giant jenga.
The fire slows everything down and opens everything up. Someone wins cornhole.
The agenda ended hours ago. Nobody noticed.
Coffee and tea are ready when you are. Breakfast is out. Chef-prepared, unhurried, no reason to rush.
Someone spots the fox on property. The air is different at this hour.
Some people catch the sunrise. Some take a slow walk to the pond. Nobody’s late for anything.
High-definition projector, event venue set up and ready. The garage doors open.
The Hill Country breeze moves through the room.
The all-day snack table is stocked and waiting.
Your team is locked in in a way that doesn’t happen back at the office, because they spent the evening building community with coworkers, because everything is taken care of, because there is nothing else competing for their attention.
The session closes. Camp Hideaway takes over. The Hill Country Olympics. Team competitions spread across the property, hosted by us, designed to find out what your team is made of when the whiteboard comes down.
Everyone competes. Nobody holds back. By the time the group breaks for lunch, you’ve learned more about each other than you would in a week of back-to-back meetings.
Hill Country wineries. Enchanted Rock. Luckenbach. All of it minutes away. We can arrange a private shuttle tour through wine country, guided or self-directed. Or stay. Pool time, putting green, a walk, a hammock. The best retreat memories rarely happen on the agenda.
Dozens of wineries within minutes. We can arrange a private shuttle tour — guided or self-directed.
After a day out in the Hill Country, the group comes home. The fire pits go back on. The
s’mores come back out. Hot tubs, yard games. Someone brings up what happened at the Hill Country Olympics.
The night ends when the group decides it does.
No rush. Breakfast is ready when you are. Another chef-prepared spread, coffee, juice, everything you need for a slow morning. Someone spotted the fox again on the way up.
The hills look the same as day one. Something about the team doesn’t.
One last breath of fresh air on the porch. Lingering conversations in the big house kitchen. The agenda is yours. Take your time heading out.
25 acres of Hill Country, and you’ve already made it yours.
