POINT REYES, Calif. — Hotel rooms often are boring places you have to put up with just to explore someplace exciting. At Nick's Cove, a new complex on Tomales Bay an hour or so north of San Francisco, you could be perfectly happy spending most of your time just exploring the hotel rooms.

Not that you actually would call any of these places "hotel rooms."

A string of a dozen cabins, cottages and other assorted structures stretched alongside Highway 1 just north of the town of Point Reyes, Nick's Cove is a kind of Ralph Lauren meets Northern California fever dream of a resort.

It's almost impossibly chic. Rather than settling for the kind of streamlined, highly polished glamour you find in most luxury resorts, Nick's revels in eccentricity.

Most great hotels want to make you feel as if you're rich. But Nick's also wants to make you feel as if you're tasteful, well-traveled and just plain interesting. And you'll find lots of great stuff to boot.

At Nick's Cove where I stayed in early September, the cabin called Nicolina is built on the frame of a houseboat, transformed in the 1950s from an old hay scow once used to move feed across Tomales Bay to the dairy farms of Point Reyes. Before that, it was a rail car.

Now it juts out over the water on pilings. It no longer rocks with the waves, but when it's quiet, you can hear them softly slapping against the shore underneath.

The interior is snug and shipshape. Highly varnished dark wood ribs contrast against bright white wainscoting. A kind of clerestory lets in light.

You sleep on crisp white linens in a captain's bed surrounded by padded bumpers and flanked by portholes. In the bathroom, a big claw-foot tub gleams with chrome piping, and it features a rain-style shower head. The tile floors are heated. For the gadget-minded, the sink empties by flipping up.

You eat, read and write at a breakfast nook anchored by a highly varnished foot-thick mast.

Stacked in one corner of the room is an assortment of antique fishing rods. Alongside is a tackle box, full of old fishing lures. A framed collection of outsize specimen moths hangs on one wall, a 1930s sportfishing map of the United States on another.

There are seashells galore, pictures of fishermen and a basket made from an armadillo shell. Go figure.

TASTE OF THE SEA

Although the name Nick's Cove sounds as if it might have been focus-grouped by a Hemingway book club, it really was the name of the fishing camp that Bay Area restaurateur Pat Kuleto bought to build the property. (The settlement was established in the 1930s by Nick Kojich, a Slavonian fisherman, and some of his friends.)

Kuleto is a well-known San Francisco restaurant designer and owner. The chef at his restaurant Farallon, Mark Franz, is a part-owner of Nick's Cove and helps run the restaurant here.

The food is very good, and, of course, based on local and seasonal products. This is Marin County. The oysters, farmed within a couple miles of the restaurant, are terrific, and I particularly liked the grilled sardines that were a late-summer appetizer.

Kuleto and Franz bought the property in 1999, and it took eight years of fighting with various governmental and environmental entities to get it open. (The restaurant menu features a mock item of "Red Legged Frog" served with "mounds of sticky red tape" priced at $2 million.)

OYSTERS AND FOG

Tomales Bay is one of the prime oyster-growing areas on the West Coast, and the drive along Highway 1 is punctuated with places to stop and slurp. There's the well-known Hog Island Oyster Co. and the Tomales Bay Oyster Co. Be sure to stop at the Marshall Store, where the barbecued oysters come finished with a shot of chipotle sauce and are accompanied by Kermit Lynch wines and Cowgirl Creamery cheeses.

The creamery, one of the finest artisanal cheesemakers in the United States, has its headquarters in the charming little town of Point Reyes Station, just a few miles south of Nick's. It's a great place to spend the day, with a food hall, a bakery, a really good bookstore and several galleries.

Or you can travel another couple miles to the Point Reyes National Seashore, a splendid place for long, foggy walks on the beach. If you're feeling really energetic (or merely are anticipating a big night of oyster-eating), hike down to the lighthouse, where winds of more than 100 mph have been clocked. Fair warning: Coming back up to the parking lot is like climbing a 30-story building.

On the other hand, wait for the breakfast delivery at your cabin — freshly baked pastries, ripe fruit and a strong pot of filter-press coffee. Wrap yourself in a warm robe and snuggle into bed with a mystery, listening to the rhythmic slap of the waves and watching out the window as the sky's dawn gray gradually clears.