Sunday, May 29, 2011

Isle Dauphine Country Club (Emphasis on "Country"), Dauphin Island, Alabama

Unlike any place I've seen, a vintage modernist fantasy plunked down at the far southern edge of Alabama. We spent an afternoon there, drinking beers and cocktails, watching the kids splash in the pool, and chit-chatting with friends and strangers. The strangers consisted of a local family whose son had just finished his last day of fourth-grade at the Island's tiny school and who, starting next year, would be bussed off each morning at 6 a.m. to middle school on the mainland; a heavy-set biker-dude whose many tattoos had started to sag south;  the bartendress Kim, a native Daulphinian who didn't wear a watch but said that if she did, it would have all fives; and two cougar-ladies on the prowl. (The pickings were slim, and the bored twenty-something lifeguard was at serious risk of a cougar attack!)


Sarah drinking a beer. (When asked what kind of beer they had, Kim informed us, all the kinds: Bud, Bud Light, Miller, Miller Lite....)

The pool was conic, round and sloping down towards the middle.

The main building


The pool deck


Palm trees and fence

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