There is no time here. Watches are removed and clocks cease to exist. The day’s rhythm is marked by the earth’s rotation and the natural rhythm of the sun as it rises and sets. Leisurely breakfasts of pancakes, bacon and strong coffee are followed by morning hikes up into the hills or along Eagle Creek.
Afternoons are spent reading on lounge chairs while moving in and out of the sun-dappled shade or dipping your toes (and your whole body if it’s hot enough) into the cool rushing waters of the Deschutes. Winters are centered around the fireplace or long hunts in the hills for chukkar. And the flyfishing is to die for.
Cocktail hour marks the beginning of the evening festivities, with yummy hors d’oeuvres followed by late evening meals dining al fresco under the increasingly starry night sky. In the winter Guido’s special garlic and olive infused martinis warm us all up. In the summer we drink cirtus and mint infused elixirs called Bootlegs, named after Minnesota’s signature country-club cocktail which originated at Woodhill in Wayzata. It tastes just as good along the banks of the Deschutes as it does near the lapping shores of Lake Minnetonka.
What makes this place special also contributes to its edge. With no radio, television, or cell reception of any kind you are both cut off from the news (ahhh relief) and emergency service (yikes). Dangers abound at Dant, but we are all aware of them and balance our curiousity with cautiousness. The nearest hospital is just under two hours away. With rattlesnakes and scorpions around (both of which were seen and/or caught during this last weekend trip) we all take a crash course in wildlife habitat so we can be wary of places where these creatures like to hole up. The trade-off is worth it. Being allowed (or forced as the case may be) to unplug is a precious gift these days and one that we soak up like it was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
I woke up on Sunday knowing that half way around the world Nadal was battling for his eighth grand slam title. Though I couldn’t watch it I wore my hat emblazoned with his Spanish bull symbol. I didn’t hear the results until later that afternoon when a friend arrived from town which is rare. Usually we have to wait until our drive home for news to reach our ears.
I thought long and hard before asking Mark to tell me who won. Part of me wanted to wait until I returned home to watch the match I’d taped, but in the end I couldn’t go one more second. Fortunately the news was good. Nadal had indeed won his second Wimbledon and eighth grand slam title (tying him with Agassi, Connors, and Lendl for fourth most grand slams won.) I screamed for joy and was secretly glad it was an easy victory. If it had been another momentous Wimbledon final such as had been seen the past few years I would have felt a tinge of regret… ah, but on second thought maybe not. Dant does that to you. It’s just that magical.