Tropical Treehouse, Puerto Rico

by Kim on January 27, 2011 · 9 comments

Looking for a hotel in Rincon, Puerto Rico?  How about a treehouse?

Last year, Brian and I spent some time in Rincon, a small surfing town in the northwest corner of Puerto Rico.  We had a lovely week snorkeling, eating mofongo, consuming a few too many rum and cokes, and watching the sun set over the water.  Ah, heaven.

It was a fabulous trip, made even more fabulous by the amazing place we briefly called home, the one and only Bamboo Treehouse

The treehouse (called a “hooch” by the owner) is located on acres of bamboo forest (80? The exact number escapes me now) and owned by a nutty-professor type expat.  Unlike a “normal” treehouse, this hooch isn’t built into the canopy of trees.  Instead, it acts as a tree, freestanding, but anchored to the trees that surround it to maintain its balance. 

The Bamboo Treehouse: A Day in the Life

After roaming the grounds and checking out the two “hooches” available to rent on the property, Brian and I opt to stay in the Sunset Hooch. This hooch costs a bit more than her sister, the Luna Hooch, but has views of the ocean visible from bed.  Enough said.

We haul a few things up to the top tier of the treehouse and nestle beneath the mosquito net to watch the sun set over the Atlantic.  When the sky is dark and inky, we light candles and read by the flame.  Later, we lay silently in bed and listen to the lizards scamper over the dry leaves on the ground below, the moon glowing low over the ocean. 

The next morning, we brew coffee and eat a breakfast of fresh pineapple.  We walk a half mile to the beach, stopping from time to time to coo at the grazing horses, then spend the afternoon floating in the warm, rolling waves. 

In the evening we go for a run around the rural, hilly roads of Rincon.  The horses raise their heads and squint at us quizzically as we plod by.  Back at the treehouse, we rinse off in the outdoor shower in the shade of mango trees. 

Clean and tuckered out, we open a bottle of wine and point our rocking chairs towards the ocean (yes, this treehouse comes with rocking chairs).  We talk slowly about whatever comes to mind as we watch the sun sink over the ocean once again.


Though we didn’t mention it then, it strikes me now how the experience was enhanced by what we didn’t have: no Internet, no television, no cell phone service, no electricity- just Brian and I and our treehouse hooch, rocking slightly in the Caribbean breeze. 


Phone: 541-499-3885 (US phone number)