Where the prairie keeps its own time.

Named for the pale gold of late season.

Strawgrass is the colour the prairie turns when the long days soften — fields gone to amber, seedheads bent in the wind. We built a golf estate to live inside that landscape rather than tame it.

The crest tells the whole of it: a sheaf of wheat for the country we sit in, two clubs crossed for the game we keep. Eighteen holes routed through native grasses. A small hotel that knows every guest by name. A spa drawn from the plants that grow at our doorstep.