Unfortunately, some excitable fire ants changed our plans mid-morning, sending us away from the tree line and onto main ceremony lawn for Supper. By the end of the night, we were thanking those fire ants for correcting us! Our fountain-side table offered a perfect view of a fiery fall sunset — something worth moving the table many times over.

After some initial bites and pairings, we officially welcomed everyone and walked to the table, which was hidden in a hollow of a service road next to one of those vineyards, rich in fall colors. We lined that table with sunflowers and set each place setting with an acorn, balancing the burst of end of summer sunshine with the oncoming contraction of fall.

Supper stretched until just past sunset, but guests lingered around the glowing table long after dark, sipping their final cocktails and enjoying the evening, which carried with is the first hint of chill of the changing season.

After officially welcoming everyone with a toast to set the tone for a night of creative luxury, the table was revealed from behind curtains draped over the entry to an adjacent atrium. It was set as a still life of its own, with frothy white silk tablecloths and opening bites of French cheeses, fruit, and toasts in served in silver coupes and baskets scattered between dramatic florals in rich shades of green, gold, and wine. Chef Brooke Faudree’s meal of classic French cuisine unfolded in similar style, each course presented like a perfect little painting, wine glittering against white marble walls in the warm light of the atrium, and conversation raising to gently reverberate around the room.

As the light faded in the fields, the sky flamed bright blues and oranges sweeping across the expansive sky, a late-summer sunset that seemed specially designed to match the bright tablescape. We dined until well after dark, uninterested in the wonderful evening ending too soon, much more inclined to linger in good company, listening to the soundtrack of singing crickets as the stars began to blink on above.

The sweeping view of the Columbia Gorge from the porch of one of the guest cabins, even swathed in a thin sheen of wildfire smoke, is one of the most beautiful landscapes one could ever hope to see. On this ranch, though, the views continue as they wrap around, transforming into rugged mountain ridges as Wind Mountain stands sentry over the vast landscape. It’s nothing short of spectacular, even without the sentimental attachment we carry.

Between the gaze of the afternoon’s golden sunlight and the bright faces of blooming sunflowers, we came together to toast new adventures and exciting experiences, to the simple joy of spending time together, and the beauty of life’s most technicolor moments.

As the shadows of the trees darkened, we even got an appearance from one of the family donkeys, who walked the table in a birthday hat before dessert (we’re still unsure whose birthday the donkey was celebrating!). Finally, the meal ended with a standing ovation from guests as Chef Sarah emerged from the outdoor kitchen to thank the crowd.