Friday, March 5, 2010
I don't even know that we could be called recreational golfers.
As in, I haven't picked up a club in a couple of decades, except to move it to a different spot in the garage.
And Mike plays one a leap year.
But the greens called to him on our trip.
It always befuddles me how he can do that.
Never been snow skiing in 1988. By the middle of the day, to black diamonds.
Play golf every now and then.
Picks right back up.
Which is good.
Because this place was gorgeous.
If you like lush, green, perfected manicured vegetation.