A moonlit bend in the river, a pair of boots kicked off in the tall grass, and not a single soul hollerin’ about emails or deadlines. That’s the River Temptress. She don’t ask—she beckons. One glance and you’re knee-deep in Hill Country heaven, drinkin’ something cold with your toes in the water and your worries long gone. Olive green cotton canvas, mesh flap front—tempting never looked so laid-back.
