Creeks wrap around the property, and the sound of moving water carries to every cabin, tent and tipi on it. You hear it through canvas at night, then again from the porch with your coffee. Air coming off that much cold water is as clean and fresh as air gets.

You cross a footbridge to get to dinner. In the morning you can stand in the water to your knees with a fly rod, or go in all at once and come out awake.